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 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.