Psalms , CHAPTER 120
A song of ascents. The LORD answered me when I called in my distress
LORD, deliver me from lying lips, from treacherous tongues.
What will the Lord inflict on you, O treacherous tongue, and what more besides?
A warrior's sharpened arrows and fiery coals of brush wood!
Alas, I was an alien in Meshech, I lived near the tents of Kedar!
Too long did I live among those who hated peace.
When I spoke of peace, they were for war.