² O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

³ What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

⁴ Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

⁵ Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

⁶ My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

⁷ I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.