1 In my trouble I cried to the LORD, And He answered me.2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.3 What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You deceitful tongue?4 Sharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning coals of the broom tree.5 Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!6 Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who hate peace.7 I am for peace, but when I speak, They are for war.