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WHEN I was in trouble, I called upon the LORD, * and he heard me.
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, * and from a deceitful tongue.
What reward shall be given or done unto thee, thou false tongue? * even mighty and sharp arrows, with hot burning coals.
Woe is me, that I am constrained to dwell with Meshech, * and to have my habitation among the tents of Kedar!
My soul hath long dwelt among them * that are enemies unto peace.
I labour for peace; but when I speak unto them thereof, * they make them ready to battle.
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