1 I cried to the Lord in my trouble,

And He answered me.

2 Rescue my soul, Lord, from lying lips,

From a deceitful tongue.

3 What will He give to you, and what more will He do to you,

You deceitful tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the warrior,

With the burning coals of the broom tree!

5 Woe to me, for I reside in Meshech,

For I have settled among the tents of Kedar!

6 Too 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.