Psalms 120

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

A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

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

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

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

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

My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

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