PsaSl PsalmsSalmos, psalmsalmo Book of PsalmsLivro dos Salmos, psalmsalmo 120

A Song of degrees.

In my distress I cried unto the LORD-Yehōvah [Messiah Pre-Incarnate], and he heard me.

Deliver my soul, O LORD-Yehōvah [Messiah Pre-Incarnate], from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given unto youi? or what shall be done unto youi, youi false tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshekh [Drawing Out], [that] I dwell in the tents of Keidar [darkness]!

My soul has long dwelt with him that hates peace.

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