I cried out to the Lord when I was in trouble (and he answered me): “Lord, deliver me from lying lips and a dishonest tongue!” What more will be given to you, what more will be done to you, you dishonest tongue? Just this: a warrior’s sharpened arrows, coupled with burning coals from a wood fire! Oh, I’m doomed because I have been an immigrant in Meshech, because I’ve made my home among Kedar’s tents. I’ve lived far too long with people who hate peace. I’m for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.