1In my distress I cry to the Lord,

that he may answer me:*

2“Deliver me, O Lord,

from lying lips,

from a deceitful tongue.”

3What shall be given to you?

And what more shall be done to you,

you deceitful tongue?

4A warrior’s sharp arrows,

with glowing coals of the broom tree!*

5Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech,

that I must live among the tents of Kedar.*

6Too long have I had my dwelling

among those who hate peace.

7I am for peace,

but when I speak,

they are for war.