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In my distress I cried to YHWH, And He answered me.
YHWH, deliver my being from false lips, From a treacherous tongue.
What would one give to you, Or what would one do to you, O treacherous tongue?
Sharp arrows of a mighty man, With coals of the broom-wood!
Woe to me for I have sojourned in Meshek, I have dwelt among the tents of Qedar!
My being has dwelt too long With him who hates peace.
I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for fighting.