Psalm 120-121

New King James Version

Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.

120 In ^(A)my distress I cried to the Lord,
And He heard me.
²Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips
And from a deceitful tongue.

³What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
⁴Sharp arrows of the ^[a]warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!

⁵Woe is me, that I dwell in ^(B)Meshech,
^(C)That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
⁶My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
⁷I am for peace;
But when I speak, they are for war.

God the Help of Those Who Seek Him

A Song of Ascents.

121 I ^(D)will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
²^(E)My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.

³^(F)He will not allow your foot to ^[b]be moved;
^(G)He who keeps you will not slumber.
⁴Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.

⁵The Lord is your ^[c]keeper;
The Lord is ^(H)your shade ^(I)at your right hand.
⁶^(J)The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.

⁷The Lord shall ^[d]preserve you from all evil;
He shall ^(K)preserve your soul.
⁸The Lord shall ^(L)preserve^[e] your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.