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A Song of degrees.

120 In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

I [am for] peace; but when I speak, *they* [are] for war.

Psalm 120

A song of ascents.

I call on the Lord(A) in my distress,(B)
    and he answers me.
Save me, Lord,
    from lying lips(C)
    and from deceitful tongues.(D)

What will he do to you,
    and what more besides,
    you deceitful tongue?
He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows,(E)
    with burning coals of the broom bush.

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,
    that I live among the tents of Kedar!(F)
Too long have I lived
    among those who hate peace.
I am for peace;
    but when I speak, they are for war.