In my distress to God I cry'd

Verse 1

In my distress to God I cried, 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 giv'n thee? or what shall be done to thee, false tongue?

Verse 4

Ev'n 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 in tabernacles 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.