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Psalms 120

Plea for Relief from Bitter Foes

¹In my distress I cried to the Lord, And He heard me.

²Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips And from a deceitful tongue.

³What shall be given to you, Or what shall be done to you, You false tongue?

⁴Sharp arrows of the warrior, With coals of the broom tree!

⁵Woe is me, that I dwell in Meshech, That I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

⁶My soul has dwelt too long With one who hates peace.

⁷I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for war.

Psalms 120 (NKJV)

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