PSALMS 120

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem.

1 I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

5 I’m sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.*120:5. Far-off places, very distant from each other.

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.