Psalm 119–121

Psalm 119

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

²O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

³What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue?

⁴The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

⁵Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:

⁶My soul hath been long a sojourner.

⁷With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

Psalm 120

I have lifted up my eyes to the mountains, from whence help shall come to me.

²My help is from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

³May he not suffer thy foot to be moved: neither let him slumber that keepeth thee.

⁴Behold he shall neither slumber nor sleep, that keepeth Israel.

⁵The Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy protection upon thy right hand.

⁶The sun shall not burn thee by day: nor the moon by night.

⁷The Lord keepeth thee from all evil: may the Lord keep thy soul.

⁸May the Lord keep thy coming in and thy going out; from henceforth now and for ever.

Psalm 121

¹A gradual canticle.

²Our feet were standing in thy courts, O Jerusalem.

³Jerusalem, which is built as a city, which is compact together.

⁴For thither did the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord: the testimony of Israel, to praise the name of the Lord.

⁵Because their seats have sat in judgment, seats upon the house of David.

⁶Pray ye for the things that are for the peace of Jerusalem: and abundance for them that love thee.

⁷Let peace be in thy strength: and abundance in thy towers.

⁸For the sake of my brethren, and of my neighbours, I spoke peace of thee.

⁹Because of the house of the Lord our God, I have sought good things for thee.