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my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me. 2 Deliver
my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. 3 What
shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false
tongue?
4
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. 5 Woe
is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! 6 My soul
hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. 7 I am
for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
