Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

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

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.