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 Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

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 I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

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

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!