A Song of degrees.
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 unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.||
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!||
(120:6) "My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace."
(120:7) "I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war."
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.