In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me. 2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3 What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for thy crafty tongue? 4 Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is * Heb. משך.prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar. 6 My soul has long been a sojourner; 7 I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.