| 1 | A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me. |
| 2 | Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. |
| 3 | What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue? |
| 4 | Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. |
| 5 | Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! |
| 6 | My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. |
| 7 | I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war. |