Berean Interlinear
Psalm
Chapter 120
                                                            A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.
                                                    
                        
                    
        
        šîr
A song
A song
        
        ham·ma·‘ă·lō·wṯ
of ascents .
of ascents .
        
        baṣ·ṣā·rā·ṯāh
In my distress
In my distress
        
        lî
         
    
        
        qā·rā·ṯî
I cried
I cried
        
        ’el-
to
to
        
        Yah·weh
the LORD ,
the LORD ,
        
        way·ya·‘ă·nê·nî
and He answered me .
                            and He answered me .
                                                            Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.
                                                    
                        
                    
        
        haṣ·ṣî·lāh
Deliver
Deliver
        
        nap̄·šî
my soul ,
my soul ,
        
        Yah·weh
O LORD ,
O LORD ,
        
        še·qer
from lying
from lying
        
        miś·śə·p̄aṯ-
lips
lips
        
        rə·mî·yāh
and a deceitful
and a deceitful
        
        mil·lā·šō·wn
tongue .
                            tongue .
                                                            What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!
                                                    
                        
                    
        
        šə·nū·nîm
Sharp
Sharp
        
        ḥiṣ·ṣê
arrows [will come]
arrows [will come]
        
        ḡib·bō·wr
from the warrior ,
from the warrior ,
        
        ‘im
with
with
        
        ga·ḥă·lê
burning coals
burning coals
        
        rə·ṯā·mîm
of the broom tree !
                            of the broom tree !
                                                            Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
                                                    
                        
                    
                                                            I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.