1 aIn my trouble I cried to the Lord, And He answered me. 2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from alying lips, From a bdeceitful tongue. 3 What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You adeceitful tongue? 4 aSharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning bcoals of the broom tree. 5 Woe is me, for I sojourn in aMeshech, For I dwell among the btents of cKedar! 6 Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who ahate peace. 7 I aam for peace, but when I speak, They are bfor war.