Psalm 120

Psalm 120

A Song of Ascents.

¹In ^amy 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 ¹warrior,

With coals of the broom tree!

⁵Woe is me, that I dwell in ^bMeshech,

^cThat 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.