Psalm 120
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
Note: This page also has a Long Metre
version of this psalm.
1 In my distress to God I cried,
And he gave ear to me.
From lying lips and guileful tongue,
O Lord, my soul set free.
2 What shall be given thee? or what
Be done to thee, false tongue ?
Ev'n burning coals of juniper,
Sharp arrows of the strong.
3 Alas for me, that I abide
In Mesech's land so long!
That I in tabernacles dwell,
To Kedar that belong.
4 My soul with him that hateth peace
Hath long a dweller been.
I am for peace; but when I speak,
For battle they are keen.
1 In my distress I cried to God,
My earnest cry Jehovah heard;
From lying lips and tongue of fraud,
Deliver thou my soul, O Lord.
2 To thee, false tongue, what shall be done ?
What for thy lies a fit return?
Sharp arrows of a mighty one,
With coals of juniper that burn.
3 Alas for me that I so long
Sojourn with Mesech's godless race:
And near the tents of Kedar's throng
Am forced to make my dwelling-place.
4 I long have made my dwelling-place
With such as seek my peace to mar:
With them I fain would live in peace,
But when I speak, they are for war.
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