(120) A Song of Degrees. In my affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

My soul has long been a sojourner;

I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.