<Psalm 120

[1] In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me.

[2] Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue.

[3] What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?

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

[5] Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

[6] My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.

[7] I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.