119:3. What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue?
119:4. The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
119:5. Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:
119:6. My soul hath been long a sojourner.
119:7. With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.
Psalms Chapter 120
Levavi oculos.
God is the keeper of his servants.
A gradual canticle.
120:1. I have lifted up my eyes to the mountains, from whence help shall come to me.