Psalms 120

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

2 ‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

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

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

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

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

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