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