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Psalm 120
In my distress I cry to the LORD,
that he may answer me:
"Deliver me, O LORD,
from lying lips,
from a deceitful tongue."
What shall be given to you?
And what more shall be done to you,
you deceitful tongue?
A warrior's sharp arrows,
with glowing coals of the broom tree!
Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech,
that I must live among the tents of Kedar.
Too long have I had my dwelling
among those who hate peace.
I am for peace;
but when I speak,
they are for war.