1 I in distress cry'd to the LORD;
and kind, He heard my cries.
2 LORD, save my soul from guileful tongues,
and lips inur'd to lies.
3 What shall to thy false tongue be done?
or giv'n, thou slanderer?
4 Sharp arrows of the Mighty one,
and coals of Juniper.
5 Ah! wo is me, that I am forc'd
in Meshech to reside ;
And must in the ungodly tents
of Kedar still abide!
6 My soul has long been forc'd to dwell
with them who peace abhor:
7 I am for peace; but when I speak,
they all declare for war.