1A song of the ascents I CALLED to the LORD in my distress, and he answered me.
2“LORD,” I cried, “save me from lying lips and from the deceitful tongue.”
3What has he in store for you, deceitful tongue? What more has he for you?
4Nothing but a warrior's sharp arrows and red-hot charcoal.
5Wretched is my lot, exiled in Meshech, dwelling by the tents of Kedar.
6Too long have I lived among those who hate peace.
7I am for peace, but whenever I speak of it, they are for war.