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A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me. O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue! What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue! Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals. Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar. Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace. I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!