2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips: and from a deceitful tongue.
3 What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue: even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.
4 Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech: and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar.
5 My soul hath long dwelt among them: that are enemies unto peace.
6 I labour for peace, but when I speak unto them thereof: they make them ready to battle.
PSALM 121. Levavi oculos.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh even from the Lord: who hath made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: and he that keepeth thee will not sleep.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel: shall neither slumber nor sleep.