Psalm
120 Monday Midday 4
When I was besieged I called
to Yahweh * and he answered me.
Yahweh, deliver me * from lying lips * from the treacherous
tongue.
How he will give it to you! * How he will double it, * O
treacherous tongue!
It will be like sharpened arrows of a warrior, * like red-hot
charcoal.
Woe to me, whether I go as far as Meshech, * or move to the tents
of Kedar!
Too close do I live * with the hater of peace.
As for me, I spoke peace, *
but they, only war.
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