Psalms 120
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| A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer. |
| O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit. |
| What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue? |
| Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire. |
| Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar. |
| My soul has long been living with the haters of peace. |
| I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war. |
