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.

[the] song of The ascents to Yahweh in distress of me I called out and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh deliver! self my from a lip of falsehood from a tongue deceit.

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

What? will anyone give to you and what? will anyone add to you O tongue deceit.

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Arrows of a warrior sharpened with burning coals of broom plants.

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

Woe! to me that I have sojourned Meshech I have dwelt with [the] tents of Kedar.

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

Much it has dwelt itself self my with [one who] hates peace.

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

I [am] peace and that I speak they [are] for war.