Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!