120:1 A song of ascents.

In my distress I cried out

to the Lord and he answered me.

2 I said, “O Lord, rescue me

from those who lie with their lips

and those who deceive with their tongues.”

3 How will he severely punish you,

you deceptive talker?

4 Here’s how! With the sharp arrows of warriors,

with arrowheads forged over the hot coals.

5 How miserable I am.

For I have lived temporarily in Meshech;

I have resided among the tents of Kedar.

6 For too long I have had to reside

with those who hate peace.

7 I am committed to peace,

but when I speak, they want to make war.

121:1 A song of ascents.

I look up toward the hills.

From where does my help come?

2 My help comes from the Lord,

the Creator of heaven and earth.

3 May he not allow your foot to slip.

May your Protector not sleep.

4 Look! Israel’s Protector

does not sleep or slumber.

5 The Lord is your protector;

the Lord is the shade at your right hand.

6 The sun will not harm you by day,

or the moon by night.

7 The Lord will protect you from all harm;

he will protect your life.

8 The Lord will protect you in all you do,

now and forevermore.

122:1 A song of ascents; by David.

I was glad because they said to me,

“We will go to the Lord’s temple.”

2 Our feet are standing

inside your gates, O Jerusalem.

3 Jerusalem is a city designed

to accommodate an assembly.

4 The tribes go up there,

the tribes of the Lord,

where it is required that Israel

give thanks to the name of the Lord.

5 Indeed, the leaders sit there on thrones and make legal decisions,

on the thrones of the house of David.

6 Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

May those who love her prosper.

7 May there be peace inside your defenses

and prosperity inside your fortresses.

8 For the sake of my brothers and my neighbors

I will say, “May there be peace in you.”

9 For the sake of the temple of the Lord our God

I will pray for you to prosper.

123:1 A song of ascents.

I look up toward you,

the one enthroned in heaven.

2 Look, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master,

as the eyes of a female servant look to the hand of her mistress,

so our eyes will look to the Lord, our God, until he shows us favor.

3 Show us favor, O Lord, show us favor!

For we have had our fill of humiliation, and then some.

4 We have had our fill

of the taunts of the self-assured,

of the contempt of the proud.

124:1 A song of ascents; by David.

“If the Lord had not been on our side”—

let Israel say this.—

2 if the Lord had not been on our side,

when men attacked us,

3 they would have swallowed us alive,

when their anger raged against us.

4 The water would have overpowered us;

the current would have overwhelmed us.

5 The raging water

would have overwhelmed us.

6 The Lord deserves praise,

for he did not hand us over as prey to their teeth.

7 We escaped with our lives, like a bird from a hunter’s snare.

The snare broke, and we escaped.

8 Our deliverer is the Lord,

the Creator of heaven and earth.

125:1 A song of ascents.

Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion,

which cannot be moved and will endure forever.

2 As the mountains surround Jerusalem,

so the Lord surrounds his people,

now and forevermore.

3 Indeed, the scepter of a wicked king will not settle

upon the allotted land of the godly.

Otherwise the godly

might do what is wrong.

4 Do good, O Lord, to those who are good,

to the morally upright.

5 As for those who are bent on traveling a sinful path,

may the Lord remove them, along with those who behave wickedly.

May Israel experience peace.

126:1 A song of ascents.

When the Lord restored the well-being of Zion,

we thought we were dreaming.

2 At that time we laughed loudly

and shouted for joy.

At that time the nations said,

“The Lord has accomplished great things for these people.”

3 The Lord did indeed accomplish great things for us.

We were happy.

4 O Lord, restore our well-being,

just as the streams in the arid south are replenished.

5 Those who shed tears as they plant

will shout for joy when they reap the harvest.

6 The one who weeps as he walks along, carrying his bag of seed,

will certainly come in with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves of grain.