| 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. |