Psalms 120

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

“A psalm of steps.” In my distress I called upon the LORD, And he answered me.

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

O LORD! deliver me from lying lips, From the deceitful tongue!

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

What profit to thee, Or what advantage to thee, is the false tongue?

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

It is like the sharp arrows of the mighty man; Like coals of the juniper.

5 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.

Alas for me, that I sojourn in Mesech, That I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Too long have I dwelt With them that hate peace!

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

I am for peace; yet, when I speak for it, They are for war.