1 (A Song of Ascents.) In my trouble I cried to the Lord, And He answered me.

2 Deliver my soul, 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 Sharp arrows of the warrior, With the [burning] coals of the broom tree.

5 Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who hate peace.

7 I am [for] peace, but when I speak, They are for war.