Psalms 120

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

“A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me.

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

O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit.

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

What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit?

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

Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush.

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

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

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

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