Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.

120 In(A)my distress I cried to theLord,
And He heard me.
Deliver my soul, OLord, from lying lips
Andfrom a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the[a]warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!

Woe is me, that I dwell in(B)Meshech,
(C)ThatI dwell among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
Iam forpeace;
But when I speak, theyarefor war.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 120:4mighty one

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