Psalms 120

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

“A psalm of steps.” In my distress I called upon the LORD, And he answered me.

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

O LORD! deliver me from lying lips, From the deceitful tongue!

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

What profit to thee, Or what advantage to thee, is the false tongue?

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

It is like the sharp arrows of the mighty man; Like coals of the juniper.

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

Alas for me, that I sojourn in Mesech, That I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Too long have I dwelt With them that hate 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; yet, when I speak for it, They are for war.