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[1] A Song of Ascents. In my distress I called unto 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, and He answered me.
[2] O 𐤉𐤇𐤅𐤇, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.
[3] What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?
[4] Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom.
[5] Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech, that I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!
[6] My soul hath full long had her dwelling with him that hateth peace.
[7] I am all peace; but when I speak, they are for war.
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