The Book of Psalms

In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.

What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.