psalm_Chapter 120

(The poem of ascending (or ascending steps).) I called on the Lord in my distress, and he answered me.

O Lord, save me from lying lips and deceitful tongues.

What will I give you, O deceitful tongue? What should I add to you?

It is the sharp arrow of the warrior and the charcoal fire of the Luo Teng wood (the name of the Luo Teng small tree is pine).

Woe to me, I am sojourning in Mesheth and living in the tents of Kedah.

I lived with those who hated and reconciled for a long time.

I wish for harmony. But when I speak, they will fight.