A Song of Ascents. In my distress I called unto the LORD, And He answered me.
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O LORD, deliver my soul from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.
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What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, Thou deceitful tongue?
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Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of broom.
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Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech, That I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!
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My soul hath full long had her dwelling With him that hateth peace.
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I am all peace; But when I speak, they are for war.
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