Psm120:1 Plea for Relief from Bitter FoesA Song of Ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, And He heard me.
Psm120:2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue.
Psm120:3 What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?
Psm120:4 Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree!
Psm120:5 Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
Psm120:6 My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.
Psm120:7 I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.