Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

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