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 1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me. 
 2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue. 
 3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue. 
 4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste. 
 5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar: 
 6 My soul hath been long a sojourner. 
 7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.