149) Psalm 120

Psalm 120 A Song of degrees

8.6.8.6 1 In my distress to God I cry’d, and he gave ear to me.

2 From lying lips, and guileful tongue, O Lord, my soul set free.

3 What shall be giv’n thee? or what shall be done to thee, false tongue?

4 Ev’n burning coals of juniper, sharp arrows of the strong.

5 Woe’s me that I in Mesech am a sojourner so long; That I in tabernacles dwell to Kedar that belong.

6 My soul with him that hateth peace hath long a dweller been.

7 I am for peace; but when I speak, for battle they are keen.

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