Psalms 120

1,2 I’m in trouble. I cry to God,

desperate for an answer:

"Deliver me from the liars, God!

They smile so sweetly but lie through their teeth."

3,4 Do you know what’s next, can you see what’s coming,

all you bold-faced liars?

Pointed arrows and burning coals

will be your reward.

5-7 I’m doomed to live in Meshech,

cursed with a home in Kedar,

My whole life lived camping

among quarreling neighbors.

I’m all for peace, but the minute

I tell them so, they go to war!