1 I n my distress I cried to 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 to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?

4 S harp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree!

5 W oe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 M y soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.

7 I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.