Psalm one 20.
A song of degrees.
In my distress, I cried unto the Lord and he heard me.
Deliver my soul, a Lord from lying lips.
And from a deceitful time.
What shall be given unto thee or what shall be done into the aisle false tongue.
Sharp arrows are the mighty with Coles of Juniper.
Woe is me that I sojourn in Messick.
That I'd dwell in the tents of Kadar.
My soul has longed wild with him.
That Hadith peace.
I am for peace.
But when I speak.
They are for war.