Psalm 120

Deliver Me, O Lord

1 I'm in trouble. I cry to God, desperate for an answer:
"Deliver me from the liars, God!
They smile so sweetly but lie through their teeth."

3 Do you know what's next, can you see what's coming,
all you barefaced liars?
Pointed arrows and burning coals
will be your reward.

5 I'm doomed to live in Meshech,
cursed with a home in Kedar,
My whole life lived camping
among quarreling neighbors.
I'm all for peace, but the minute
I tell them so, they go to war!

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