Psalms 120

1 A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

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

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

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

Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled amongst the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

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

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