<Psalms 120

[1] In my trouble I cried to the LORD, And He answered me.

[2] Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.

[3] What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You deceitful tongue?

[4] Sharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning coals of the broom tree.

[5] Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

[6] Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who hate peace.

[7] I am for peace, but when I speak, They are for war.