A Complaint against Treacherous Tongues
A song of ascents.
Whenever I am in distress, I cry out to the Lord and he answers me.
Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips and from deceitful tongues.
What will he inflict upon you, and what more will he add to it, O deceitful tongue?
He has prepared a warrior’s sharp arrows and red-hot coals of the broom tree.
Why have I been doomed as an exile in Meshech and forced to dwell among the tents of Kedar?
Far too long have I lived among people who despise peace.
When I proclaim peace, they shout for war.