1 In my distress, I cried to Yahweh. He answered me.
2 Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.
3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, You deceitful tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has had her dwelling too long With him who hates peace.
7 I am for peace, But when I speak, they are for war.