In my distress I called to the Lord and He answered me
Deliver me, Lord, from lips of the lying and tongues of deceit
What shall be given to you
And what more shall be done to your lying tongue
A warrior's sharp arrows, glowering coals from the broom tree
Would satisfy me
Woe unto me that I stay here in Meshech
I dwell 'mid the tents of Kedar
Too long have I lived here
Those who hate peace are near
I am for peace, but all these are for war
Woe unto me that I stay here in Meshech...
In my distress I called to the Lord and He answered me...

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