I’m in trouble. I cry to GOD,

desperate for an answer:

“Deliver me from the liars, GOD!

They smile so sweetly but lie through their teeth.”

Do you know what’s next, can you see what’s coming,

all you barefaced liars?

Pointed arrows and burning coals

will be your reward.

I’m doomed to live in Meshech,

cursed with a home in Kedar.

My whole life lived camping

among quarreling neighbors.

I’m all for peace, but the minute

I tell them so, they go to war!

PSALM 120

Before a man can do things there must be things he will not do.

MENCIUS