Psalm 120

In my distress to God I cry'd,

and he gave ear to me.

From lying lips, and guileful tongue,

O Lord, my soul set free.

What shall be giv'n thee? or what

shall be done to thee, false tongue?

Ev'n burning coals of juniper,

sharp arrows of the strong.

Woe's me that I in Mesech am

a sojourner so long;

That I in tabernacles dwell

to Kedar that belong.

My soul with him that hateth peace

hath long a dweller been.

I am for peace; but when I speak,

for battle they are keen.