1 In my distress I cried unto the Lord,

And he heard me.

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips,

And from a deceitful tongue.

3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee,

Thou false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty,

With coals of juniper.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech,

That I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul hath long dwelt

With him that hateth peace.

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

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