A Song of Ascents.

1In my trouble I cried to the LORD,
         And He answered me.

2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips,
         From a deceitful tongue.

3What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you,
         You deceitful tongue?

4Sharp arrows of the warrior,
         With the burning coals of the broom tree.

5Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech,
         For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6Too long has my soul had its dwelling
         With those who hate peace.

7I am for peace, but when I speak,
         They are for war.

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