Psalms 120

Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.¹In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me. ²Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue. ³What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue? ⁴Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree! ⁵Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar! ⁶My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace. ⁷I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.