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. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the 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, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

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

Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

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

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!