In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me. | |
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. | |
What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue? | |
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. | |
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! | |
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. | |
I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war. |