|[A Song of Ascents.]|
|In my distress I cry to the LORD, |
that he may answer me:
|In Praise of Jerusalem. Psalm 120(v119)|
|"Deliver me, O LORD, |
from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue."
|What shall be given to you? |
And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue?
|A warrior's sharp arrows, |
with glowing coals of the broom tree!
|Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, |
that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
|Too long have I had my dwelling |
among those who hate peace.
|I am for peace;|
but when I speak,
they are for war!
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