Psalm 120

Imagine that the poet's own tongue and lips are the ones for war

A song of the steps

To יְהוָה in my trouble I called and he answered me
יְהוָה snatch my being from lying lips from a deceitful tongue
what gives with you or what will do for you
deceitful tongue?
arrows of the mighty sharpened with coals of broom

woe to me for I live a charade
I tent in the tents of darkness
this my being has long put up with one hating peace
I speak for peace
they for the battle