1 In my distress to God I cry’d,
and he gave ear to me.
2 From lying lips, and guileful tongue,
O Lord, my soul set free.
3 What shall be giv’n thee? or what shall
be done to thee, false tongue?
4 Ev’n burning coals of juniper,
sharp arrows of the strong.
5 Woe’s me that I in Mesech am
a sojourner so long;
That I in tabernacles dwell
to Kedar that belong.
6 My soul with him that hateth peace
hath long a dweller been.
7 I am for peace; but when I speak,
for battle they are keen.
|First Line:||In my distress to God I cry'd|
|Title:||Psalm 120: In my distress to God I cry'd|