Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.

120 In (A)my distress I cried to the Lord,
And He heard me.
Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips
And from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the [a]warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!

Woe is me, that I dwell in (B)Meshech,
(C)That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
I am for peace;
But when I speak, they are for war.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 120:4 mighty one

Deliver Me, O Lord

A Song of (A)Ascents.

120 In my distress I called to the Lord,
    and he answered me.
Deliver me, O Lord,
    from lying lips,
    from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to you,
    (B)and what more shall be done to you,
    you deceitful tongue?
(C)A warrior's (D)sharp arrows,
    with glowing (E)coals of the broom tree!

Woe to me, that I sojourn in (F)Meshech,
    that I dwell among (G)the tents of (H)Kedar!
Too long have I had my dwelling
    among those who hate peace.
(I)I am for peace,
    but when I speak, they are for war!

PSALM 120

Leidvolles Leben unter Fremdherrschaft

120 Ein Wallfahrtslied[a].

Ich rief zum Herrn in meiner Not,
und er erhörte mich.
Herr, rette meine Seele von den Lügenmäulern,
von den falschen Zungen!
Was kann dir anhaben und was noch weiter tun
die falsche Zunge?
Sie ist wie scharfe Pfeile eines Starken
aus glühendem Ginsterholz.
Wehe mir, daß ich in der Fremde zu Mesech weilen,
daß ich bei den Zelten Kedars wohnen muß!
Lange genug hat meine Seele bei denen gewohnt,
die den Frieden hassen!
Ich bin für den Frieden; doch wenn ich rede,
so sind sie für den Krieg.

Footnotes

  1. Psalmen 120:1 Die Psalmen 120–134 werden auch „Stufenlieder“ genannt; vg. Je 31:6.(FES)

120 In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.