Psalms 120

1 A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

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

2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

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

3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

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

5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.

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