A song of ascents.
1 In distress I cried to the Lord,
and he answered me.
2 ‘Deliver me, Lord,
from the lip that is false
and the tongue that is crafty.’
3 What shall he give to you,
you tongue that is crafty?
What yet shall he give to you?
4 Arrows of warrior, sharpened,
with glowing broom coals together.
5 Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech,
that I live by the tents of Kedar.
6 Already too long have I dwelt
among those who hate peace.
7 I am for peace:
but when I speak of it,
they are for war.