Psalms 120

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

ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν πρὸς κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα καὶ εἰσήκουσέν μου

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

κύριε ῥῦσαι τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ χειλέων ἀδίκων καὶ ἀπὸ γλώσσης δολίας

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

τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν

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

τὰ βέλη τοῦ δυνατοῦ ἠκονημένα σὺν τοῖς ἄνθραξιν τοῖς ἐρημικοῖς

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

οἴμμοι ὅτι ἡ παροικία μου ἐμακρύνθη κατεσκήνωσα μετὰ τῶν σκηνωμάτων Κηδαρ

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

πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου

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

μετὰ τῶν μισούντων τὴν εἰρήνην ἤμην εἰρηνικός ὅταν ἐλάλουν αὐτοῖς ἐπολέμουν με δωρεάν