Psalms 120

1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.