I call on the Lord in my distress and he answers me
I ask me to bless, Lord, save me
From lying lips and from deceitful tongues
What will he do to you when you will hear that songs
And what more besides, you deceitful tongue?
What more besides, besides that songs?
He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows which fly free
With burning coals of the broom tree
Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek
That among the tents of Kedar I live!
Too long have I lived among those who hate peace
I am for peace; but when I speak, to war they believe
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