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 my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from 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 done to thee, thou false tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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 Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

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

My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

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