|1||A Song of the going up.
In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.
|2||O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.|
|3||What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?|
|4||Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.|
|5||Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.|
|6||My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.|
|7||I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.|