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Psalm 120
In my distress I cried to Yahweh,
And he answered me.
2 Deliver my soul, O Yahweh, from lying lips,
And from a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given to you, and what shall be done more to you,
You deceitful tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty,
With coals of juniper.
5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has long had her dwelling
With him that hates peace.
7 I am for peace:
But when I speak, they are for war.
A Song of Ascents.
Psalm 121
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains:
From where shall my help come?
2 My help comes from Yahweh,
Who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer your foot to be moved:
He that keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keeps Israel
Will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 Yahweh is your keeper:
Yahweh is your shade upon your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
7 Yahweh will keep you from all evil;
He will keep your soul.
8 Yahweh will keep your going out and your coming in;
From this time forth and for evermore.
A Song of Ascents; of David.
Psalm 122
I was glad when they said to me,
Let us go to the house of Yahweh.
2 Our feet are standing
Within your gates, O Jerusalem,
3 Jerusalem, that is built
As a city that is compact together;
4 Where the tribes go up, even the tribes of Yah,
For an ordinance for Israel,
To give thanks to the name of Yahweh.
5 For there are set thrones for judgment,
The thrones of the house of David.
6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem:
They shall prosper that love you.
7 Peace be within your walls,
And prosperity within your palaces.
8 For my brethren and companions’ sakes,
I will now say, Peace be within you.
9 For the sake of the house of Yahweh our Elohim
I will seek your good.
A Song of Ascents.
Psalm 123
To you do I lift up my eyes,
O you that dwell in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master,
As the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress;
So our eyes look to Yahweh our Elohim,
Until he has mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Yahweh, have mercy upon us;
For we are very much filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is very much filled
With the scoffing of those that are at ease,
And with the contempt of the proud.
A Song of Ascents; of David.
