I in my strait cried to the Lord

Verse 1

I in my strait cried to the Lord, and he gave ear to me.

Verse 2

From lying lips, and guileful tongue, O Lord, my soul set free.

Verse 3

What shall be given unto thee? What heaped on thee, false tongue?

Verse 4

The burning coals of juniper, sharp arrows of the strong.

Verse 5

Woe's me that I in Mesech am a sojourner so long: that I beside the tents do dwell to Kedar that belong.

Verse 6

My soul with him that hateth peace hath long a dweller been.

Verse 7

I am for peace, but when I speak, for battle they are keen.