Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.