Psalm CXX

In my distress unto the Lord
I poured out my [mournful] cry;
His ear attended my request,
He heard [and help'd] me speedily.

From lying lips deliver me,
[Lord, and] from the deceitful tongue.

What shall be given and done to thee,
False mouth, that causeth [others] wrong?

Sharp arrows from a mighty hand,
With [burning] coals of Juniper.

Woe's me, that I in Meshech stay,
And [dwell in] the Tents of Kedar.

My soul hath too long dwelt with them
That haters are of [quiet] peace:

I am for peace; but when I speak,
To war they soon [themselves] address.