Psalm 120:3-5

The Voice

³ Liars, what will be your prize?
    And what will come your way,
    O you tongues poisoned with deceit?
⁴ Here’s what you can expect: the archers’ arrows honed sharp
    as well as the red-hot coals of the broom wood.

⁵ Sorrow is mine, for I am a foreigner wandering in Meshech;
    I am a stranger drifting among the tents of Kedar!