Psalms 120

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

שִׁיר הַֽמַּעֲלוֹת אֶל־יְהֹוָה בַּצָּרָתָה לִּי קָרָאתִי וַֽיַּעֲנֵֽנִי׃

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

יְֽהֹוָה הַצִּילָה נַפְשִׁי מִשְּׂפַת־שֶׁקֶר מִלָּשׁוֹן רְמִיָּֽה׃

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

מַה־יִּתֵּן לְךָ וּמַה־יֹּסִיף לָךְ לָשׁוֹן רְמִיָּֽה׃

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

חִצֵּי גִבּוֹר שְׁנוּנִים עִם גַּחֲלֵי רְתָמִֽים׃

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

אֽוֹיָה־לִי כִּי־גַרְתִּי מֶשֶׁךְ שָׁכַנְתִּי עִֽם־אׇהֳלֵי קֵדָֽר׃

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

רַבַּת שָֽׁכְנָה־לָּהּ נַפְשִׁי עִם שׂוֹנֵא שָׁלֽוֹם׃

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

אֲֽנִי־שָׁלוֹם וְכִי אֲדַבֵּר הֵמָּה לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃