“A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me. O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit. What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit? Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush. Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth peace. I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.