The Afflicted Soul Cries Out
An ode of the steps.1[2to 3the lord 4in 5my being afflicted 1I cried out], and he listened to me. 2O lord, rescue my soul from [2lips 1unjust], and from [2tongue 1a deceitful]! 3What may be given to you, and what added to you, to [2tongue 1the deceitful]? 4The arrows of the mighty are being sharpened with the [2coals 1solitary]. 5Alas, for my sojourn was far; I encamped with the tents of Kedar. 6[3much 2sojourned 1My soul] with the ones detesting peace. 7I was peaceable whenever I was speaking to them; they waged war against me without charge.
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