Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried - and he answered me.

Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, - That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?