Psalm 120-123

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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.

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