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120:1 In my distress I cry to the LORD, that he may answer me: 120:2 "Deliver me, O LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue." 120:3 What shall be given to you? And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue? 120:4 A warrior's sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree! 120:5 Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar. 120:6 Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. 120:7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.