Psalms 120
In My Distress I Cried to the LORD
A song of ascents.
1Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.2What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?
3Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!
4Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!
5Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
6I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.