Psalms 120

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me.

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit.

“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

3 What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit?

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush.

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

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