A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried1 unto the LORD, and he heard4 me.
Deliver54 my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue.
What shall be given4 unto thee? or what shall be done55 unto thee, thou false tongue?
Sharp6 arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I sojourn1 in Mesech, [that] I dwell1 in the tents of Kedar!
My soul hath long dwelt1 with him that hateth6 peace.
I [am for] peace: but when I speak,17 they [are] for war.