A Song of degrees.
^1In my distress to God I cry'd,
and he gave ear to me.
^2From lying lips, and guileful tongue,
O Lord, my soul set free.
^3What shall be giv'n thee? or what shall
be done to thee, false tongue?
^4Ev'n burning coals of juniper,
sharp arrows of the strong.
^5Woe's me that I in Mesech am
a sojourner so long;
That I in tabernacles dwell
to Kedar that belong.
^6My soul with him that hateth peace
hath long a dweller been.
^7I am for peace; but when I speak,
for battle they are keen.