A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD , and He answered me.
Deliver my soul , O LORD , from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.
What will He do and what will be added O deceitful tongue ?
Sharp arrows (will come) from the warrior , with burning coals of the broom tree !
Woe that I dwell in Meshech , that I live among the tents of Kedar !
Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
I (am in favor of) peace ; but when I speak , they (want) war.