Psalm 120

To God in trouble I appHed,
And He redress'd my wrong:
"Save me from lying lips," I cried,
"And a deceitful tongue."

Thou man of double tongue and heart
Expect thy fearful hire!
The mighty God His wrath shall dart.
And set thy soul on fire.

But woe is me! constrain'd to dwell
With human savages!
Their tongues are set on fire of hell,
They hate the thoughts of peace.

They dare the anger of the skies,
Evil return for good;
And, when I speak of peace, they rise
And vow to drink my blood.