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In My Distress I Cried to the LORD
A song of ascents.
 
In my distress I cried to the LORD,
and He answered me.
Deliver my soul, O LORD,
from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.
 
What will He do to you,
and what will be added to you,
O deceitful tongue?
Sharp arrows will come from the warrior,
with burning coals of the broom tree!
 
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech,
that I live among the tents of Kedar!
Too long have I dwelt
among those who hate peace.
I am in favor of peace;
but when I speak, they want war.