Psalms 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.