< Psalms 120 >

1 The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me. 2 Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge. 3 What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge? 4 Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat. 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. 6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees; 7 whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.

< Psalms 120 >