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of degrees. In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me. |
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Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue. |
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What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue? |
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Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper. |
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Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, I dwell in the tents of Kedar! |
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My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace. |
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I peace: but when I speak, they for war. |