The psalm opens with a memory: in my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me. With that experience the psalmist pleads: deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue. Lies and slander have been his suffering.
Verses 3 and 4 address the deceitful tongue directly with a question: what shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue? The answer is harsh: sharp arrows of a warrior, with glowing coals of the broom tree. It is a picture of judgment: the lie, which wounds like an arrow and burns like fire, will receive a fitting punishment.
Verses 5-7 express the pilgrim's grief. Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! Meshech was a distant people to the north and Kedar a desert tribe of Arabia, two remote and rough places, which the poet uses as a picture of a hostile surrounding. Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.