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