1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
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1 'n Bedevaartslied. Ek roep die HERE aan in my benoudheid, en Hy verhoor my.2 o HERE, red my siel van die valse lippe, van die bedrieglike tong!3 Wat sal Hy jou gee of wat vir jou daaraan toevoeg, o bedrieglike tong?4 Skerp pyle van 'n held saam met gloeiende kole van besembosse.5 Wee my dat ek as vreemdeling vertoef in Meseg, dat ek by die tente van Kedar woon!6 Te lank al woon my siel by die wat die vrede haat.7 Ek is vredeliewend; maar as ek spreek, is hulle op oorlog uit.