A song of ascents.

The Lord answered me when I called in my distress: Lord, deliver me from lying lips, from treacherous tongues.

What will the Lord inflict on you, O treacherous tongue, and what more besides?

A warrior's sharpened arrows and fiery coals of brush wood!

Alas, I was an alien in Meshech, I lived near the tents of Kedar!

Too long did I live among those who hated peace.

When I spoke of peace, they were for war.

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