The Book of Psalms

A song of ascents. In my distress I called out to Yahweh, and he answered me.

Rescue my life, Yahweh, from those who lie with their lips and deceive with their tongues.

How will he punish you, and what more will he do to you, you who have a lying tongue?

He will punish you with the arrows of a warrior sharpened over burning coals of the broom tree.

Woe is me because I temporarily live in Meshech; I lived previously among the tents of Kedar.

For too long I have lived with those who hate peace.

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