The Book of Psalms

[A Song of Ascents.] In my distress I cried to Jehovah, and He answered me.

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to you, or what shall [one] add to you, O false tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty with coals of broom!

Woe is me that I sojourned in Meshech; I dwell with the tents of Kedar!

My soul has long dwelt to itself, with him who hates peace.

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