In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me. Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue. What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue? Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

⁵Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! ⁶My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace. ⁷I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

Psalm 121

A Song of degrees.

I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come? My help cometh from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand; The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul. Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.

Psalm 122

A Song of degrees. Of David.

I rejoiced when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of Jehovah. Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem. Jerusalem, which art built as a city that is compact together, Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of Jah, a testimony to Israel, to give thanks unto the name of Jehovah. For there are set thrones for judgment, the thrones of the house of David.

⁶Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee. ⁷Peace be within thy bulwarks, prosperity within thy palaces. ⁸For my brethren and companions’ sakes I will say, Peace be within thee! ⁹Because of the house of Jehovah our God I will seek thy good.

Psalm 123

A Song of degrees.

Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens. Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are directed to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us. Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt. Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.

Psalm 124

A Song of degrees. Of David.

If it had not been Jehovah who was for us—oh let Israel say— If it had not been Jehovah who was for us, when men rose up against us, Then they had swallowed us up alive, when their anger was kindled against us; Then the waters had overwhelmed us, a torrent had gone over our soul; Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

⁶Blessed be Jehovah, who gave us not up a prey to their teeth! ⁷Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we have escaped. ⁸Our help is in the name of Jehovah, the maker of heavens and earth.

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