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Psalm 120

Ad Dominum

When I was in trouble, I called upon the Lord, and he heard me. Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue? Even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.

Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Meshech, and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar! My soul hath long dwelt among them that are enemies unto peace. I labour for peace; but when I speak unto them thereof, they make them ready to battle.

The coverdale translation edited by W.S. Peterson and Valerie Macys — used with permission.