aIn my trouble I cried to the LORD, And He answered me.
2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from alying lips, From a bdeceitful tongue.
3What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You adeceitful tongue?
4aSharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning bcoals of the broom tree.
5Woe is me, for I sojourn in aMeshech, For I dwell among the btents of cKedar!
6Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who ahate peace.
7I aam for peace, but when I speak, They are bfor war.