In my distress, I cried to the LORD.
A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.
Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips,
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.
What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you,
What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty,
Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!
Woe is me, that I live in Meshech,
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has had her dwelling too long
Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
I am for peace,
I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.