Psalms 120

1A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

3What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

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

4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

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

5Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

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

6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

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

7I <FI>am<Fi> peace, and when I speak they <FI>are<Fi> 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.