[A Song of Degrees.][1]In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.[2]Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.[3]What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for thy crafty tongue?[4]Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.[5]Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.[6]My soul has long been a sojourner;[7]I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.
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Author: Sir Lancelot Charles Lee Brenton (1851)
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