2 From lying lips and crafty tongue, O LORD, my soul set free.
3 What shall be given you, false tongue? What added to your doom?
4 Sharp arrows of a mighty man, and red hot coals of broom.
5 Alas for me, that I sojourn so long in Meshech's land,
That I have made my dwelling where the tents of Kedar stand!
6 Too long my soul has made its home with those who peace abhor.
7 I am for peace, but when I speak they ready are for war.
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