- [A song of degrees.]
- 1
- In my distresse I cried vnto the Lord: and hee heard me.
- 2
- Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lips: and from a deceitfull tongue.
- 3
- What shall be giuen vnto thee?
or what shalbe done vnto thee, thou false tongue?
- 4
- Sharpe arrowes of the mightie: with coales of iuniper.
- 5
- Woe is me, that I soiourne in Mesech: that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.
- 6
- My soule hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
- 7
- I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for warre.
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