Psalm 120 Bishops' Bible 1568

From Textus Receptus

Psa 120:1 <A song of high degrees.> When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me. Psa 120:2 Deliuer my soule O God from false lyppes: & from a deceiptful tongue. Psa 120:3 What doth a deceiptfull tongue vnto thee? what good bryngeth it thee? Psa 120:4 [So much] as sharpe arrowes of a strong man [in thy sydes:] with Iuniper coales [powred on thy head.] Psa 120:5 Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar. Psa 120:6 My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace. Psa 120:7 I [am a man] of peace: but because I do speake therof, they [prepare] them selues to battayle.