Young's Literal Translation
In My Distress, I Cried to the Lord
1A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.
2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
3What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!
4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
5Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
7I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!