In my distress, I cried to Yahweh. He answered me.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war. A Song of Ascents.

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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