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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! |