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1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.
2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.
3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:
4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.
5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.
6 My soul has long been a sojourner.
7 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.
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