Psalm 120

In my distress I cried to the Lord, and He heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given to you, or what shall be done to you, you false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the warrior, with coals of the broom tree!
5 Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has dwelt too long with one who hates peace.
7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.