Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

A song of Ascents.

1.In my distress I cried unto the Lord,
And he heard me.
2.Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips
And from deceitful tongue.
3. What shall be given to you,
Or what shall be done to you,
You false tongue?
4.Sharp arrows of the warrior,
With coals of the broom tree!
5.Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
6.My soul has dwelt too long
With one who hates peace.
7. I am for peace;
But when I speak, they are for war.