歌词
I cried in trouble to the Lord
And He has answered me
From lying lips and crafty tongue
O Lord, my soul set free
What shall be given you, false tongue
What added to your doom?
Sharp arrows from a warrior's bow
And red-hot coals of broom!
Alas for me that I've sojourned
So long in Meshech's land
That I have made my dwelling where
The tents of Kedar stand!
Too long my soul has made its home
With those who peace abhor
I stand for peace, but when I speak
They then prepare for war