A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.
O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!
Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
I am peace, and when I speak they are for war!