Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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