17 lines
521 B
Markdown
17 lines
521 B
Markdown
# Chapter 120
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1 In my distress I called to the Lord,
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and he answered me.
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2 Deliver me, O Lord,
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from lying lips,
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from a deceitful tongue.
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3 What shall be given to you,
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and what more shall be done to you,
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you deceitful tongue?
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4 A warrior's sharp arrows,
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with glowing coals of the broom tree!
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5 Woe to me, that I sojourn in Meshech,
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that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
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6 Too long have I had my dwelling
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among those who hate peace.
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7 I am for peace,
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but when I speak, they are for war! |