1In my distress I cried to יהוה, And He answered me.
2יהוה, deliver my being from false lips, From a treacherous tongue.
3What would one give to you, Or what would one do to you, O treacherous tongue?
4Sharp arrows of a mighty man, With coals of the broom-wood!
5Woe to me for I have sojourned in Mesheḵ, I have dwelt among the tents of Qĕḏar!
6My being has dwelt too long With him who hates peace.
7I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for fighting.