1 In my distress I cried to יהוה, And He answered me. 2 יהוה, deliver my being from false lips, From a treacherous tongue. 3 What would one give to you, Or what would one do to you, O treacherous tongue? 4 Sharp arrows of a mighty man, With coals of the broom-wood! 5 Woe to me for I have sojourned in Mesheḵ, I have dwelt among the tents of Qĕḏar! 6 My being has dwelt too long With him who hates peace. 7 I am for peace; But when I speak, they are for fighting. |
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