1 I to the Lord cry'd in my straits,
And he did answer me:
2 From lying lips and guileful tongue:
O Lord my soul set free.
3 What shall to thee a false tongue give?
Or what on thee confer?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty one
With coals of juniper.
5 O wo is me that sojourning
In Meshech I reside!
That I also within the tents
Of Kedar do abide.
6 Long time my soul hath dwelt with him
That peace doth much abhor.
7 I am for peace but when I speak,
They ready are for war.