aIn my trouble I cried to the Lord, And He answered me.
Deliver my soul, O Lord, from alying lips, From a bdeceitful tongue.
What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You adeceitful tongue?
aSharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning bcoals of the broom tree.
Woe is me, for I sojourn in aMeshech, For I dwell among the btents of cKedar!
Too long has my soul had its dwelling With those who ahate peace.
I aam for peace, but when I speak, They are bfor war.
Scripture taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE®, Copyright © 1960,1962,1963,1968,1971,1972,1973,1975,1977,1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.