The Book of Psalms

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

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.