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A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. 
 1 I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me. 
 2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats! 
 3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you? 
 4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree. 
 5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.* Far-off places, very distant from each other.  
 6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace. 
 7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.