﻿Psalm.
Chapter 120.
In my distress I called to the LORD, and he answered me. 
LORD, deliver my life from lying lips and a deceitful tongue. 
What will he give you, and what more will he add to you, deceitful tongue? 
A warrior’s sharpened arrows, with burning coals of broom wood. 
Woe to me, for I sojourn in Meshech; I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 
Too long have I lived with those who hate peace. 
I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war. 
