Psalm CXX.
1
O Lord, who in my deep distress,
Has often heard my cry:
Now save me from deceitful lips,
And tongues that love to lie.
2
What shall be given thee, O false tongue?
What judgment shalt thou bear?
Sharp arrows of the mighty one,
With coals of Juniper.
3
O Wo is me, that I must live
With Mesech's wicked race:
And in the tents of Kedar dwell,
That vile and cursed place.
4
My soul has long been forc'd to dwell
With those that peace abhor:
I am for peace; but when I speak,
Then they are all for war.
2 Metre.
1
In trouble and distress,
To God I did address,
And he did hear my cry:
Now Lord deliver me
From lips that feigning be,
And tongues that love to lie.
2
What shall to thee be done,
Thou false and flattering tongue?
What judgment shalt thou bear?
Sharp arrows from the throne
Of the Almighty one,
With coals of Juniper.
3
How woful is my case,
I have no dwelling place,
But Mesech's wicked land:
And must constrained be
To Kedar's tents to flee,
Amongst a cursed band.
4
My soul too long doth dwell,
Full sore against her will,
With those that peace do hate:
For peace I often move,
But nothing they approve
But mischief and debate.
