Psalms 120

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

A Song of Ascents. In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

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

Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of 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.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell amongst the tents of Kedar!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

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

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.