Psalms 1201In my distress I cried to Jehovah, and he answered me. 2Deliver my soul, O Jehovah, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue. 3What shall be given to thee, and what shall be done more to thee, thou deceitful tongue? 4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. 5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar! 6My soul has long had her dwelling with him who hates peace. 7I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.
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