| 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. |