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1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me. 2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue. 3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?: 4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation. 5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar. 6 My soul has long been a sojourner. 7 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.