Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
6. My soul My soul, for I. hath long dwelt with him who hateth peace. The Psalmist now shows, without figure, and, so to speak, points with the finger to those “Et (par maniere de dire) monstre au doigt ceux,” etc — Fr.
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. Long, long enough, too long had he been an exile among such barbarians. A peace maker is a blessing, but a peace hater is a curse. To lodge with such for a night is dangerous, but to dwell with them is horrible.
The psalmist here complains of the bad neighbourhood into which he was driven; and some apply the two foregoing verses to this: "What shall the deceitful tongue give, what shall it do to those that lie open to it? What shall a man get by living among such malicious deceitful men? Nothing but sharp arrows and coals of juniper," all the mischiefs of a false and spiteful tongue, Psa 57:4.
Commenting on Psalm 120:5-7