120:2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

120:3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

120:4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

120:5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

120:6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.