Psalm

Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.

120 
In my distress I cried to 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 [a]warrior,

With coals of the broom tree!

Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech,

That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

My soul has dwelt too long

With one who hates peace.

I am for peace;

But when I speak, they are for war.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 120:4 mighty one