The Book of Psalms

A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.