1 In anguish to the Lord I cry,
my desperate prayer is heard:
'Save me, O Lord, from lips that lie
and every untrue word!'
2 What just reward will God command
for such deceitful souls?
A warrior's sharpest arrows and
the broom tree's burning coals!
3 Why must I spend this present life
with godless men like these?
Their savage hearts are set on strife:
my words are words of peace.
David G Preston (born 1939) from Psalm 120
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