Psalms 120

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

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

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

“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

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

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

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

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

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

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate 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 speak of it, they are for war.