A Song of degrees. 8,6,8,6 ^1In my distress to God I cry'd, and he gave ear to me. ^2From lying lips, and guileful tongue, O Lord, my soul set free. ^3What shall be giv'n thee? or what shall be done to thee, false tongue? ^4Ev'n burning coals of juniper, sharp arrows of the strong. ^5Woe's me that I in Mesech am a sojourner so long; That I in tabernacles dwell to Kedar that belong. ^6My soul with him that hateth peace hath long a dweller been. ^7I am for peace; but when I speak, for battle they are keen. |