A Song of Ascents.
In my trouble I cried to the Lord,
And He answered me.

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

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips,
From a deceitful tongue.

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

Too long has my soul had its dwelling
With those who hate peace.

Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With the burning coals of the broom tree.

What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you,
You deceitful tongue?