الْمَزْمُورُ
الْمِئَةُ وَالْعِشْرُونَ

 

Psalm
120

A Song of degrees.

1
In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

2
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3
What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false
tongue?

4
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7
I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.