Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A Song of Ascents.
  1In my distress I cried to the Lord,
   And He heard me.
   2Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips
   And from a deceitful tongue.
  3What shall be given to you,
   Or what shall be done to you,
   You false tongue?
   4Sharp arrows of the warrior,
   With coals of the broom tree!
  5Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech,
   That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
   6My soul has dwelt too long
   With one who hates peace.
   7I am for peace;
   But when I speak, they are for war.