1In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.
2Save my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
3What will be given to you? Or what will be done to you, you false tongue?
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
5Woe is me, that I live as a stranger in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
6My soul has dwelt a long time with the one who hates peace.
7I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.