In my distress I called unto the Lord,

And He answered me.

2O Lord, deliver my soul from lying lips,

From a deceitful tongue.

3What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee,

Thou deceitful tongue?

4Sharp arrows of the mighty,

With coals of broom.

5Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech,

That I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!

6My soul hath full long had her dwelling

With him that hateth peace.

7I am all peace;

But when I speak, they are for war.