1201 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me. 2 O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue! 3 What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue! 4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
5 Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar. 6 Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace. 7 I 'am' peace, and when I speak they 'are' for war!
