1 In my distress I have cried out unto Jehovah, and He heard me.2 Rescue my soul, O Jehovah, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.3 What shall be given to you, or what shall be done to you, O deceitful tongue?4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom tree!5 Woe is me, that I have sojourned in Meshech, that I have dwelt in the tents of Kedar!6 My soul has dwelt long with him who hates peace.7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

1 The `title of the hundrid and twentithe salm. The song of greces. I reiside myn iyen to the hillis; fro whannus help schal come to me.2 Myn help is of the Lord; that made heuene and erthe.3 The Lord yyue not thi foot in to mouyng; nether he nappe, that kepith thee.4 Lo! he schal not nappe, nether slepe; that kepith Israel.5 The Lord kepith thee; the Lord is thi proteccioun aboue thi riythond.6 The sunne schal not brenne thee bi dai; nether the moone bi nyyt.7 The Lord kepe thee fro al yuel; the Lord kepe thi soule.8 The Lord kepe thi goyng in and thi goyng out; fro this tyme now and in to the world.