O Yahweh, Deliver My Soul
A Song of Ascents.
In my distress I called to Yahweh,
And He answered me.
2 O Yahweh, deliver my soul from a lying lip,
From a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall He give to you, and what shall He add to you,
O deceitful tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With the burning coals of the broom tree.
5 Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech,
For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 Too long has my soul had its dwelling
With those who hate peace.
7 I am for peace, but when I speak,
They are for war.
My Help Comes from Yahweh
A Song of Ascents.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
2 My help comes from Yahweh,
Who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not allow your foot to stumble;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will not slumber and will not sleep.
5 Yahweh is your keeper;
Yahweh is your shade on your right hand.
6 The sun will not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
7 Yahweh will keep you from all evil;
He will keep your soul.
8 Yahweh will keep your going out and your coming in
From now until forever.