A Pilgrimage Song / / /
I cried out to the LORD when I was in trouble
(and he answered me):
"Lord, deliver me / my soul from lying lips and a dishonest tongue!"
What more will be given to you,
what more will be done to you,
you dishonest tongue?
Just this: a warrior's sharpened arrows,
coupled with burning coals from a wood fire!
Oh, I'm doomed because I have been an immigrant in Meshech,
because I've made my home among Kedar's tents.
I've lived far too long with people who hate peace.
I'm for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.
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