In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he answered me.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.

I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

My soul has long dwelt with those that hate peace.

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?