IN my distress I cried to the LORD, and He heard me.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and from a decietful tongue.

3 What shall be given to you, or what shall be done to you, you false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the warrior, with coals of the broom tree!

5 Woe is me, that I dwell in Messhech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul has dwelt too long with one who hates peace.

7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. PSALM 120