- ¶ IN my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.
- Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lips of the ungodly and from deceitful tongues.
- What shall be given to you?
or what shall be added to you, you deceitful tongues?
- The arrows of the mighty are sharp;
they are as hot coals of oak.
- ¶ Woe is me, that my sojourn is prolonged, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
- My soul has long dwelt with him that hates peace.
- I am for peace;
but when I speak they fight with me.