Psalm 120

I Call'd on God in my destresse,
Who heard mee when I prayd:
From lieng & deceitfulnes,
Lord, save my Soul; I said.
What hire, oh thou deceitfull tongue!
Prepared is for thee?
But, arrowes that are sharp & strong,
And coales that burning be?

Ah! woe is mee, that I so long,
In Mesech must reside!
And, that, perforce, I must among
The Tents of Kedar bide.
My soul hath beene too long, alas!
With such as wranglers are:
For, when I speake to them of peace,
For warr, they do prepare.