Psalm 120:1–121:8

1 In amy distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me.

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips

And from a deceitful tongue.

3 What shall be given to you,

Or what shall be done to you,

You false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the 1warrior,

With coals of the broom tree!

5 Woe is me, that I dwell in bMeshech,

cThat I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul has dwelt too long

With one who hates peace.

7 I am for peace;

But when I speak, they are for war.

Psalm 121

God the Help of Those Who Seek Him

A Song of Ascents.

1 I awill lift up my eyes to the hills—From whence comes my help?

2 bMy help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

3 cHe will not allow your foot to 1be moved;

dHe who keeps you will not slumber.

4 Behold, He who keeps Israel

Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord is your 2keeper;

The Lord is eyour shade fat your right hand.

6 gThe sun shall not strike you by day,

Nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall 3preserve you from all evil;

He shall hpreserve your soul.

8 The Lord shall ipreserve 4your going out and your coming in

From this time forth, and even forevermore.