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1In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he answered me.2Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips and from a deceitful tongue.3What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!6My soul has long dwelt with those that hate peace.7I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.