Psalms 120

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 A song of ascents. The LORD answered me when I called in my distress:	1 A Canticle in steps. I have lifted up my eyes to the mountains; from thence help will come to me.
2 LORD, deliver me from lying lips, from treacherous tongues.	2 My help is from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.
3 What will the Lord inflict on you, O treacherous tongue, and what more besides?	3 May he not allow your foot to be moved, and may he not slumber, who guards you.
4 A warrior's sharpened arrows and fiery coals of brush wood!	4 Behold, he who guards Israel will neither sleep, nor slumber.
5 Alas, I was an alien in Meshech, I lived near the tents of Kedar!	5 The Lord is your keeper, the Lord is your protection, above your right hand.
6 Too long did I live among those who hated peace.	6 The sun will not burn you by day, nor the moon by night.
7 When I spoke of peace, they were for war.	7 The Lord guards you from all evil. May the Lord guard your soul.
	8 May the Lord guard your entrance and your exit, from this time forward and even forever.