Psalm 120

A Song of Ascents.

In my distress I called to Yahweh,

And He answered me.

O Yahweh, deliver my soul from a lying lip,

From a deceitful tongue.

What shall He give to you, and what shall He add to you,

O deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of the warrior,

With the burning coals of the broom tree.

Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech,

For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Too long has my soul had its dwelling

With those who hate peace.

I am for peace, but when I speak,

They are for war.