In
my distress, I cried to the Lord, and He answered me.
Lord, save my soul from lying lips and the deceitful tongue.
What shall be given, what more shall be done to you, O deceitful tongue?
Sharp arrows of the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree.
Woe unto me, for I have lived in Meshach among the tents of Kedar.
For far too long my soul made its home among the ones who hate peace.
I am for peace, but when I speak, they are all for war.
Yes, I am for peace, but when I speak, they are all for war.
I am for peace.
In my distress, I cried to the Lord, and He answered me.