Little Swan

In my distress I called to the Lord,

and He answered me.

Deliver me, O Lord,

from lying lips,

from a deceitful tongue

What shall be given to you,

and what more shall be done to you,

you deceitful tongue?

A warrior’s sharp arrows,

with glowing coals of the broom tree!

Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,

that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Too long have I had my dwelling

among those who hate peace.

I am for peace,

but when I speak,

they are for war!

Psalm 88 | I Cry Out Day and Night Before You