Psalms 120:2
O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
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3What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!
2For the mouth of wickedness, and the mouth of deceit, Against me they have opened, They have spoken with me -- A tongue of falsehood, and words of hatred!
11Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,
20Deliver from the sword my soul, From the paw of a dog mine only one.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
4My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.
14Deliver me from blood, O God, God of my salvation, My tongue singeth of Thy righteousness.
15O Lord, my lips thou dost open, And my mouth declareth Thy praise.
12Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.
22An abomination to Jehovah `are' lying lips, And stedfast doers `are' his delight.
1A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.
13Keep thy tongue from evil, And thy lips from speaking deceit.
1A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear `to' my prayer, without lips of deceit.
4Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.
29The way of falsehood turn aside from me And with Thy law favour me.
4Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
12To deliver thee from an evil way, From any speaking froward things,
3Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.
1`The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.
2Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.
9Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.
4And in the name of Jehovah I call: I pray Thee, O Jehovah, deliver my soul,
2In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
170My supplication cometh in before Thee, According to Thy saying deliver Thou me.
2Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.
3Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,
18Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.
17Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.
8Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.
25A true witness is delivering souls, And a deceitful one breatheth out lies.
4Thou hast loved all devouring words, O thou deceitful tongue.
20Keep my soul, and deliver me, Let me not be ashamed, for I trusted in Thee.
18Be near unto my soul -- redeem it, Because of mine enemies ransom me.
9The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.
8From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
4O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
20This `is' the wage of mine accusers from Jehovah, And of those speaking evil against my soul.
11For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,
1Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,
1To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.
2Deliver me from workers of iniquity, And from men of blood save me.
12The sin of their mouth `is' a word of their lips, And they are captured in their pride, And from the curse and lying they recount.
8For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.
19The lip of truth is established for ever, And for a moment -- a tongue of falsehood.
4My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
13Sing ye to Jehovah, praise Jehovah, For He hath delivered the soul of the needy From the hand of evil doers.
13For Thy kindness `is' great toward me, And Thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.
23And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?