1 I n my trouble I cried to the Lord, And He answered me.

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

3 W hat shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You deceitful tongue?

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

5 W oe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 T oo long has my soul had its dwelling With those who hate peace.

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