| darby | |
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| 1. | {A Song of degrees.} In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me. |
| 2. | Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue. |
| 3. | What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue? |
| 4. | Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood. |
| 5. | Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! |
| 6. | My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace. |
| 7. | I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. |