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.