A Songof degrees. In my distressI crieduntothe LORD, and he heardme. Delivermy soul, O LORD, from lyinglips, and from a deceitfultongue. Whatshall be givenunto thee? or whatshall be doneunto thee, thou falsetongue? Sharparrowsof the mighty, withcoalsof juniper. Woeis me, thatI sojournin Mesech, that I dwellinthe tentsof Kedar! My soulhath longdweltwithhim that hatethpeace. I am for peace: but whenI speak, they are for war.