Psalms 120

PSALM 120

The Afflicted Soul Cries Out

An ode of the steps.

[2to 3the  lord 4in 5my being afflicted 1I cried out], and he listened to me. O  lord, rescue my soul from [2lips 1unjust], and from [2tongue 1a deceitful]! What may be given to you, and what added to you, to [2tongue 1the deceitful]? The arrows of the mighty are being sharpened with the [2coals 1solitary]. Alas, for my sojourn was far; I encamped with the tents of Kedar. [3much 2sojourned 1My soul] with the ones detesting peace. I was peaceable whenever I was speaking to them; they waged war against me without charge.
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