Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

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

2 ‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

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

3 What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

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

4 Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

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

5 Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

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

6 Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

7 I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.

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