1 I n my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me.

2 D eliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3 W hat shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

4 S harp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5 W oe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 M y soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.