¶ The song of the stairsWhen I am in trouble, I call upon the LORD, and he answereth me. Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue? Even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.
¶ Who is me that my banishment endureth so long: I dwell in the tabernacles of the sorrowful. My soul hath long dwelt among them, that be enemies unto peace. I laboured for peace, but when I spake thereof, they made them to battle.