Psalms.
Chapter 120.
A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me. 
O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue! 
What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue! 
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals. 
Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar. 
Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace. 
I am peace, and when I speak they are for war! 
