1: In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer. 2: O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit. 3: What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue? 4: Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire. 5: Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar. 6: My soul has long been living with the haters of peace. 7: I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.