Psalms 120
1IN my distress I cried to the Lord; and He hearkened to me.
2O Lord, deliver my soul from false lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
3What should be given Thee? Or what return made Thee for a deceitful tongue?
4Arrows of the mighty sharpened with devouring coals.
5Ah woe is me that my sojourn is so long protracted—That I have dwelt with the tents of Kedar—
6That my soul hath so long dwelt with them, who hate peace.
7I was for peace; but when I spoke they attacked me without provocation.