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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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