In my distress, to God, I cried
And he gave ear to me
From guileful lips, from tongues that lie
O Lord, deliver me
What shall I give thee, O false tongue
What shall I give to thee
Arrows, sharp from warriors, strong
And glowing coals of fire
Glowing coals of fire
Woe to me! For long I dwell
In Mesech and Kedar
So far away from Israel
A sojourner so long
Too long with him that hateth peace
Doth mine own soul abide
I am for peace, but when I speak
To war they ever fly
To war they fly
To war they fly
To war they fly
I lift mine eyes up to the hills
From whence my help doth come
He that made heav'n and earth will watch
And he will keep me strong