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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.