Verse 1
To God in trouble I applied,
And he redress’d my wrong;
Save me from lying lips, I cried,
And a deceitful tongue.

Verse 2
Thou man of double tongue and heart,
Expect thy fearful hire;
The mighty God his wrath shall dart,
And set thy soul on fire.

Verse 3
But woe is me! Constrain’d to dwell
With human savages!
Their tongues are set on fire of hell,
They hate the thoughts of peace.

Verse 4
They dare the anger of the skies,
Evil return for good,
And when I speak of peace, they rise,
And vow to drink my blood.