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- In my trouble I cried to the LORD, And He answered me.
- Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, From a deceitful tongue.
- What shall be given to you, and what more shall be done to you, You deceitful tongue?
- Sharp arrows of the warrior, With the burning coals of the broom tree.
- Woe is me, for I sojourn in Meshech, For I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
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