A Song
of degrees.
In my distress
I cried
unto the LORD,
and he heard
me.
Deliver
my soul,
O LORD,
from lying
lips,
and from a deceitful
tongue.
What shall be given
unto thee? or what shall be done
unto thee, thou false
tongue?
Sharp
arrows
of the mighty,
with coals
of juniper.
Woe
is me, that I sojourn
in Mesech,
that I dwell
in the tents
of Kedar!
My soul
hath long
dwelt
with him that hateth
peace.
I am for peace:
but when I speak,
they are for war.
