When I was besieged I called to Yahweh * and he answered me.

    Yahweh, deliver me * from lying lips * from the treacherous tongue.

    How he will give it to you! * How he will double it, * O treacherous tongue!

        It will be like sharpened arrows of a warrior, * like red-hot charcoal.

    Woe to me, whether I go as far as Meshech, * or move to the tents of Kedar!

    Too close do I live * with the hater of peace.

As for me, I spoke peace, * but they, only war.