Deliver Me, O Lord

120 A Song of mAscents.

  In my distress I called to the Lord,

and he answered me.

  Deliver me, O Lord,

from lying lips,

from a deceitful tongue.

  What shall be given to you,

nand what more shall be done to you,

you deceitful tongue?

  oA warrior’s psharp arrows,

with glowing qcoals of the broom tree!

  Woe to me, that I sojourn in rMeshech,

that I dwell among sthe tents of tKedar!

  Too long have I had my dwelling

among those who hate peace.

  uI am for peace,

but when I speak, they are for war!