诗篇 120

1In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer. 2O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit. 3What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue? 4Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire. 5Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar. 6My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.