A song of degrees.
1
I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.
2
Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.
3
What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee?
or what doeth it auaile thee?
4
It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
5
Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
6
My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7
I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.