1201 I'm in trouble. I cry to God, desperate for an answer: 2 "Deliver me from the liars, God! They smile so sweetly but lie through their teeth." 3 Do you know what's next, can you see what's coming, all you barefaced liars? 4 Pointed arrows and burning coals will be your reward.
5 I'm doomed to live in Meshech, cursed with a home in Kedar, 6 My whole life lived camping among quarreling neighbors. 7 I'm all for peace, but the minute I tell them so, they go to war!
