Psalms 120

1 [the] song of The ascents to Yahweh in distress of me I called out 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 deliver! self my from a lip of falsehood from a tongue deceit.

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

3 What? will anyone give to you and what? will anyone add to you O tongue deceit.

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

4 Arrows of a warrior sharpened with burning coals of broom plants.

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

5 Woe! to me that I have sojourned Meshech I have dwelt with [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 Much it has dwelt itself self my with [one who] hates peace.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 I [am] peace and that I speak they [are] for war.

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