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 the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

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

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

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

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

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

I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!