| 1 | A Song of Ascents. In my distress I cried to 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 to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue? |
| 4 | Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree! |
| 5 | Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar! |
| 6 | My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace. |
| 7 | I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war. |