Psalm 120

Ant. Woe is me, O Lord, * that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech.

When I was in trouble I called upon the Lord:

and he heard me.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips:

and from a deceitful tongue.

What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue:

even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.

Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech:

and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar.

My soul hath long dwelt among them:

that are enemies unto peace.

I labour for peace, but when I speak unto them thereof:

they make them ready to battle.

Ant. Woe is me, O Lord, * that I am constrained to dwell with Mesech.