_David prayeth against Doeg, reproveth his tongue, complaineth of his
necessary conversation with the wicked._
A Song of degrees.
In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, _and_ from a deceitful
tongue.
What shall be given unto thee, or what shall be done unto thee, thou
false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
Woe is me that I sojourn in Mesech, _that_ I dwell in the tents of
Kedar!
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.