Psalm 120

¹In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

²O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

³What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

⁴Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

⁵Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

⁶My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

⁷I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.