Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

2 O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

4 The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

5 Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

6 Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.