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. He answered me.

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

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

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

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar.

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates 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.