1In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.2Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.3What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!6My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.7I am for peace; but when I speak, *they* are for war.
A Song of degrees.1I lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: whence shall my help come?2My help cometh from Jehovah, who made the heavens and the earth.3He will not suffer thy foot to be moved; he that keepeth thee will not slumber.4Behold, he that keepeth Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.5Jehovah is thy keeper, Jehovah is thy shade upon thy right hand;6The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.7Jehovah will keep thee from all evil; he will keep thy soul.8Jehovah will keep thy going out and thy coming in, from henceforth and for evermore.
A Song of degrees. Of David.1I rejoiced when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of Jehovah.2Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.3Jerusalem, which art built as a city that is compact together,4Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of Jah, a testimony to Israel, to give thanks unto the name of Jehovah.5For there are set thrones for judgment, the thrones of the house of David.6Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.7Peace be within thy bulwarks, prosperity within thy palaces.8For my brethren and companions' sakes I will say, Peace be within thee!9Because of the house of Jehovah our God I will seek thy good.
A Song of degrees.1Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.2Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes are directed to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.3Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.