b'Psalms 1201 A song of degrees. I called unto the Lord in my trouble, and he heard me.Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.What doeth thy deceitful tongue bring unto thee? or what doeth it avail thee?It is as the sharp arrows of a mighty man, and as the coals of juniper.Woe is to me that I remain in Meschech, and dwell in the tents of Kedar.My soul hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.I seek peace, and when I speak thereof, they are bent to war.325'