1 In my distress to GOD I cried,
and He gave ear to me.
From lying lips, and guileful tongue,
O LORD, my soul set free.
What shall be giv’n thee?
Or what shall be done to thee, false tongue?
E'en burning coals of juniper,
sharp arrows of the strong.

2 Woe’s me that I in Meshech am
a sojourner so long;
that I in tabernacles dwell
to Kedar that belong.
My soul with him that hateth peace
hath long a dweller been.
I am for peace; but when I speak,
for battle they are keen.