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