PSALM 120
The song of degrees. When I was set in tribulation, I cried to the Lord; and he heard me.
Lord, deliver thou my soul from wicked lips; and from a guileful tongue.
What shall be given to thee, either what shall be laid to thee; to a guileful [or treacherous] tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty; with coals that make desolate.
Alas to me! for my dwelling in an alien land is made long, I dwelled with men dwelling in Kedar;
my soul was much time a come-ling. I was peaceable with them that hated peace;
when I spake to them, they impugned, either against-said, me with-out cause.