Psalms.
Chapter 120.
A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me. 
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue. 
What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue? 
Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree! 
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar! 
Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace. 
I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war. 
