1 In *my distress I cried to 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 to you,

Or what shall be done to you,

You false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the warrior,

With coals of the broom tree!

5 Woe is me, that I dwell in *Meshech,

*That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul has dwelt too long

With one who hates peace.

7 I amfor peace;

But when I speak, they are for war.