{A song of the stairs} When I am in trouble, I call upon the LORD, and he answereth me.

Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Meshech, and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar!

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

I labour for peace; but when I speak unto them thereof, they make them ready to battle.

My soul hath long dwelt among them that be enemies unto peace.

Even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.

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