Psalm 120

¹ Unto the Lord, in my distress

I cry’d, and he heard me.

² From lying lips and guileful tongue,

O Lord, my soul set free.

³ What shall thy false tongue give to thee,

or what on thee confer?

⁴ Sharp arrows of the mighty ones,

with coals of juniper.

⁵ Woe’s me, that I in Mesech do

a sojourner remain:

that I do dwell in tents, which do

to Kedar appertain.

⁶ Long time my soul hath dwelt with him

that peace doth much abhor,

⁷ I am for peace, but when I speak,

they ready are for war.