A Song
of degrees
. In my distress
I cried
unto the LORD
, and he heard
me.
Deliver
my soul
, O LORD
, from lying
lips
, and from a deceitful
tongue
.
What shall be given
unto thee? or what shall be done
unto thee, thou false
tongue
?

Sharp
arrows
of the mighty
, with coals
of juniper
.

Woe
is me, that I sojourn
in Mesech
, that I dwell
in the tents
of Kedar
!
My soul
hath long
dwelt
with him that hateth
peace
.
I am for peace
: but when I speak
, they are for war
.
