Psalm 120 Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes A Song of Ascents. 120 1In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me. 2Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue. 3What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue? 4Sharp arrows of the [D]warrior, With coals of the broom tree! 5Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 6My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace. 7I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.
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