Psalm 120, A Song of Decrees.
In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and He heard me.
Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.
What shall be given unto thee?
Or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty with coals of juniper.
Woe is me that I sojourn in Misek, that I dwell in the tents of Kirar.
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.