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 Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to 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 unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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 tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

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

My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.