120:1 In my distress, I cried to Yahweh. He answered me.

120:2 Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.

120:3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, You deceitful tongue?

120:4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.

120:5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

120:6 My soul has had her dwelling too long With him who hates peace.