Psalms 120
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In my distress I cried to the LORD, And He heard me.
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Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue.
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What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?
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Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree!
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Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
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My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.
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I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.