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[1] A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.
[2] O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!
[3] What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!
[4] Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.
[5] Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.
[6] Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.
[7] I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!
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