Psalm 120 Poem by Justin Reamer

When I am in trouble, I call to
Yahweh, and He answers me.
Yahweh, save me from these lying lips
and these faithless tongue!

How will he pay back the false oath?
of a faithless tongue
With war arrows hardened
over red-hot charcoal!

This is worse than a life in Meshech,
or camping in Kedar!

Too long have I lived
among people who hate peace,
who, when I propose peace,
are all for war.