1201 In my distress, I cried to Yahweh.
He answered me. 2 Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips,
from a deceitful tongue. 3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you,
you deceitful tongue? 4 Sharp arrows of the mighty,
with coals of juniper.
5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech,
that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 6 My soul has had her dwelling too long
with him who hates peace. 7 I am for peace,
but when I speak, they are for war.
