Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.

O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

3 What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

4 Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

6 Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

My soul has long been a sojourner.

7 I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.