A song of ascents.
In mine affliction I cried to the Lord; and He heard me.
O Lord, deliver my soul from unrighteous lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
What shall be given unto thee, or what shall be added unto thee, for thy deceitful tongue? Sharpened arrows of the mighty with coals that lay waste.
Woe is me, that my sojourn is prolonged; I have dwelt with the tents of Kedar; my soul hath long been a sojourner.
With them that hated peace I was peaceable; when I spake unto them, they made war against me without a cause.