Psalms 120
The psalmist cries out to the Lord for help, seeking deliverance from deceitful and malicious people. The psalmist asks what reward or gain comes from having a deceitful tongue, and notes that such people will face sharp arrows and burning coals. The psalmist laments their prolonged sojourn among the inhabitants of Kedar, who hate peace, and notes that despite their peaceful nature, they were met with hostility.
1A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me2O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue3What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?4the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation5Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar6My soul has long been a sojourner7With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause
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