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Psalm 120

A Song of Ascents.

In my distress I cried unto the Lord,
    and He heard me.
Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips
    and from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to you,
    or what shall be done to you, you false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the warrior,
    with coals of the broom tree!

Woe is me, that I have sojourned in Meshek,
    or that I have dwelled among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has long lived
    with those who hate peace.
I am for peace,
    but when I speak, they are for war!