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Bay Psalm Book: Psalm 120

A song of degrees.

1 Unto the Lord, in my distress

I cry’d, and he heard me.

2 From lying lips and guileful tongue,

o Lord, my soul set free.

3 What shall thy false tongue give to thee,

or what on thee confer?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty ones,

with coals of juniper.

5 Woe’s me, that I in Mesech do

a sojourner remain:

that I do dwell in tents, which do

to Kedar appertain.

6 Long time my soul hath dwelt with him

that peace doth much abhor,

7 I am for peace, but when I speak,

they ready are for war.