A song of degrees.
1 In my distress I cried to π€π€π€
π€,
And He answered me.
2 π€π€π€
π€, deliver my being from false lips,
From a treacherous tongue.
3 What would one give to you,
Or what would one do to you,
O treacherous tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of a mighty man,
With coals of the broom-wood!
5 Woe to me for I have sojourned in MesheαΈ΅,
I have dwelt among the tents of QΔαΈar!
6 My being has dwelt too long
With him who hates peace.
7 I am peace;
But when I speak, they are for fighting.
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