1 In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.
2 “Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”
3 What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?
4 Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.
5 Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.
6 Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
7 I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.