Psalms.
Chapter 120.
A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me. 
Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue. 
What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue? 
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood. 
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 
My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace. 
I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. 
