Psaumes 120.1
King James

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¹ In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
² Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
³ What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
⁴ Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
⁵ Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
⁶ My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
⁷ I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.