unto the LORD

In my distress

 

I cried

and he heard

O LORD

Deliver

my soul

lips

from lying

tongue

and from a deceitful

 

What shall be given

 

 

unto thee or what shall be done

 

tongue

unto thee thou false

arrows

of the mighty

Sharp

 

with coals

of juniper

Woe

 

 

is me that I sojourn

in Mesech

that I dwell

 

in the tents

of Kedar

hath long

dwelt

 

My soul

 

with him that hateth

peace

 

I am for peace

 

but when I speak

 

they are for war