[1]In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.[2]O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.[3]What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.[4]The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.[5]Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:[6]my soul hath been long a sojourner.[7]With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.