<> In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.
Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.
What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, You deceitful tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I live in Meshekh, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has had her dwelling too long With him who hates shalom.
I am for shalom, But when I speak, they are for war.