The Book of Psalms

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!