1201 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.
31 Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me. 2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.) 3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.) 5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support. 6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me. 7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you. 8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)
