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.

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

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

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

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

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.