Psalms 120
The psalmist cries out to the Lord in distress, asking for deliverance from deceitful and lying lips. The psalmist denounces the false tongue, comparing its words to sharp arrows and coals of juniper. The psalmist laments being surrounded by those who hate peace, despite their own desire for peace, and notes that their words are met with hostility.
1In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.3What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!6My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.7I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
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