Psalms 120

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

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

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

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

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

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

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

I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!