In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.