Psalms 120

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

Canticum graduum. Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi: et exaudivit me.

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

Domine libera animam meam a labiis iniquis, et a lingua dolosa.

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

Quid detur tibi, aut quid apponatur tibi ad linguam dolosam?

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

Sagittae potentis acutae, cum carbonibus desolatoriis.

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.

Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus prolongatus est: habitavi cum habitantibus Cedar:

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

multum incola fuit anima mea.

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

Cum his, qui oderunt pacem, eram pacificus: cum loquebar illis, impugnabant me gratis.