Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in 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 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 I [am] for peace: but when I speak, they [are] for war.

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