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A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me (120:1) Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue (120:2) What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue (120:3) Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper (120:4) Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar (120:5) My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace (120:6) I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war
(120:7)
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