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120:1 [A song of degrees.] In my distresse I cried vnto the Lord: and hee heard me.  
120:2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lips: and from a deceitfull tongue.  
120:3 What shall be giuen vnto thee? or what shalbe done vnto thee, thou false tongue? Margin Note
120:4 Sharpe arrowes of the mightie: with coales of iuniper. Margin Note
120:5 Woe is me, that I soiourne in Mesech: that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.  
120:6 My soule hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.  
120:7 I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for warre. Margin Note