Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.