1201 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 .