1 In my distress I cried to the Lord,And He heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lipsAnd from a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given to you,Or what shall be done to you,You false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the warrior,With coals of the broom tree!
5 Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech,That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has dwelt too longWith one who hates peace.
7 I am for peace;But when I speak, they are for war.