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
.