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