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| | 1 | A Song of Ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, And He heard me. | |
| | 2 | Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue. | |
| | 3 | What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue? | |
| | 4 | Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree! | |
| | 5 | Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar! | |
| | 6 | My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace. | |
| | 7 | I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war. | |
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