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