Psalm 120
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 In deep distress I oft have cried
to God, who never yet denied
To rescue me, oppressed with wrongs.
2 Once more, O Lord, deliv'rance send,
from lying lips my soul defend,
And from the rage of sland'ring tongues.
3 What little profit can accrue,
and yet what heavy wrath is due,
O thou perfidious tongue, to thee!
4 Thy sting upon thyself shall turn;
of lasting flames that fiercely burn,
The constant fuel thou shalt be.
5 But O how wretched is my doom,
who am a sojourner become
In barren Mesech's desert soil!
With Kedar's wicked tents enclosed,
to lawless savages exposed,
Who live on naught but theft and spoil.
6 My hapless dwelling is with those
who peace and amity oppose,
And pleasure take in others' harms:
7 Sweet peace is all I court and seek;
but when to them of peace I speak,
They straight cry out, "To arms, to arms!"
