1 A Song of Ascents. In my trouble I cried out to Adonai, and He answered me.
2 Adonai, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.
3 What can be given to you, and what more can be done to you, O deceitful tongue?—
4 sharp arrows of the mighty, with burning coals of a broom tree!
5 Woe to me, for I sojourn in Meshech, for I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has too long dwelt with those who hate shalom.
7 I am for shalom and thus I speak, but they are for war!