1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I cried to the LORD, and He heard me.2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.3 What shall be given to you? Or what shall be done to you, O false tongue?4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom.5 Woe is me, that I live in Mesech; I dwell in the tents of Kedar!6 My soul has long dwelt with a hater of peace.7 I [am] for peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.