| ¶ | [[A Song of degrees.]] In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me. | ||
| Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue. | |||
| What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue? | |||
| Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. | |||
| Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar! | |||
| My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. | |||
| I [am for] peace: but when I speak, they [are] for war. |














