Psalms 120

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

1I have lifted up my eyes to the mountains, from whence help shall come to me.

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

2My help is from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

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

3May he not suffer thy foot to be moved: neither let him slumber that keepeth thee.

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

4Behold he shall neither slumber nor sleep, that keepeth Israel.

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

5The Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy protection upon thy right hand.

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

6The sun shall not burn thee by day: nor the moon by night.

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

7The Lord keepeth thee from all evil: may the Lord keep thy soul.

8(not in this translation)

8May the Lord keep thy coming in and thy going out; from henceforth now and for ever.