Psalm 120

I Cry'd in my distresses great,
To God who did attend:
From lying lips and tongues deceit,
My soul O Lord defend.
What giv'n shall be
Or done to thee
False tongue thus us'd to err;
Sharp shafts of his
That mighty is,
With coals of Juniper.
O wo is me, that I am fain
In Mesech to reside:
And must in Kedars tents remain,
And therein still abide.
My soul hath much
Converst with such
As unto peace are foes:
I peace would make,
But, when I spake,
They straight to warres arose.