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 Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for [thy] crafty tongue?

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

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

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

My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.