Psalm 120 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
Metre is 666 666.
1 In trouble and in thrall unto the Lord I call And he doth me comfort: Deliver me, I pray, From lying lips always, and tongues of false report.
2 What 'vantage or what thing gett'st thou thus for to sing, Thou false and flatt'ring liar? Thy tongue doth hurt, 'tis seen, No less than arrows keen, or hot consuming fire.
3 Alas! That I am fain in those tents to remain, Which Kedar are by name: By whom the flock elect, And all of Isaac's sect, are put to open shame.
4 With them that peace do hate I came to meditate, And set a quiet life: But when my mind was told, Causeless I was controlled by them that lovèd strife.