In my distress, I cried to the Lord.
He answered me.
Deliver me from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue, Lord.
What will be given to you?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I live in Meschech as a foreigner,
among the tents of Kedar!
My soul has had her dwelling too long with him
who hates peace.
I am for peace,
but when I speak,
they are for war.