- 0. A song of degrees.
- 1. I called vnto the Lorde in my trouble, and hee heard me.
- 2. Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.
- 3. What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?
- 4. It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
- 5. Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
- 6. My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
- 7. I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.
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