1
In my distress I cry to the
that he may answer me:
2
"Deliver me, O
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.