In My Distress I Cried to the LORD 1In my distress I cried to the LORD, 2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue. 3What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, 4Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree! 5Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar! 6Too long have I dwelt 7I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war. |