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,and what more shall be done to you,you deceitful tongue?A warrior's sharp arrows,with glowing coals of the broom tree!Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!Too long have I had my dwellingamong those who hate peace.