120:1 In my distress I cried unto , and he heard me.
120:2 Deliver my soul, O , from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
120:3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
120:4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
120:5 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.