A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.
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Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
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What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for [thy] crafty tongue?
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Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.
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Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.
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My soul has long been a sojourner;
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I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.
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