The Book of Psalms

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have called to YHWH in my distress, || And He answers me.

O YHWH, deliver my soul from a lying lip, || From a deceitful tongue!

What does He give to you? And what does He add to you? O deceitful tongue!

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with coals of broom trees.

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, || I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

My soul has dwelt too much with him who is hating peace.

I—peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!