[A song of degrees.]
1
In my distresse I cried vnto the Lord: and hee heard me.
2
Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lips: and from a deceitfull tongue.
3
What shall be giuen vnto thee?
or what shalbe done vnto thee, thou false tongue?
4
Sharpe arrowes of the mightie: with coales of iuniper.
5
Woe is me, that I soiourne in Mesech: that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.
6
My soule hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7
I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for warre.