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.

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

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

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

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

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

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

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 dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

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

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

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