1  In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me. 2  Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. 3  What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?*† 4  Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.‡ 5  Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! 6  My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. 7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.§