In my distress I called to the Lord and He answered me Deliver me, Lord, from lips of the lying and tongues of deceit What shall be given to you And what more shall be done to your lying tongue A warrior's sharp arrows, glowering coals from the broom tree Would satisfy me Woe unto me that I stay here in Meshech I dwell 'mid the tents of Kedar Too long have I lived here Those who hate peace are near I am for peace, but all these are for war Woe unto me that I stay here in Meshech... In my distress I called to the Lord and He answered me...