 1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I cried out to the Lord, and He heard me. 2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue. 3 What shall be given to you? Or what shall be done to you, O false tongue? 4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom. 5 Woe is me, that I live in Mesech; I live in the tents of Kedar. 6 My soul has long lived with a hater of peace. 7 I am for peace. But when I speak, they are for war.
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