Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes
A Song of Ascents.
1 Inmy distress I cried to theLord,
And He heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, OLord, from lying lips
Andfrom a deceitful tongue.
3 What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!
5 Woe is me, that I dwell inMeshech,
# ThatI dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6 My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
7 Iamforpeace;
But when I speak, theyarefor war.