[A Song of Ascents.]
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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