aIn my trouble I cried
to the LORD
, And He answered
me.
Deliver my soul
, O LORD
, from alying
lips
, From a bdeceitful
tongue
.
What shall be given
to you, and what
more
shall be done
to you, You adeceitful
tongue
?
aSharp arrows
of the warrior
, With the burning bcoals
of the broom
tree
.
Woe is me, for I sojourn
in aMeshech
, For I dwell
among
the btents
of cKedar
!
Too long has my soul
had its dwelling
With those who ahate
peace
.
I aam for peace, but when
I speak
, They are bfor war
.