Psalm 120

I call upon the LORD in my distress;

He listens to my prayer and answers me.

Deliver me, O LORD, from lying lips

And from all tongues that speak deceitfully.

What will he do to you, deceitful tongue?

What more besides will be your fitting doom?

With warriors’ arrows he will pierce you through,

And punish you with burning coals of broom.

What misery to live in Meshech’s land,

In Kedar’s tents, among my enemies!

With people loving strife I’ve lived too long;

They are for war, but I’m a man of peace.