1	In my distress I cry to the LORD, that he may answer me:
2	“Deliver me, O LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.”
3	What shall be given to you? And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue?
4	A warrior’s sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree!
5	Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar.
6	Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace.
7	I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.