I took my troubles to the lord
And he answered me
And he answered me

Save me oh lord from wicked tongues
From deceitfulness from lying lips

What will be done oh wicked tongue
What will he do to punish you

As a warrior’s arrows you will be pierced through
He will burn the broom tree heap its coals on you

Woe to me that i dwell in meshech
That i live by the tents of kedar
Too long have i lived with those who hate peace
When i speak peace they are for war

Woe to me
When i speak peace they are for war