In my distress I cry to the Lord, that he may answer me: “Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.” What shall be given to you? And what more shall be done to you, you deceitful tongue? A warrior’s sharp arrows, with glowing coals of the broom tree! Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace. I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war!
Now if the city will not make peace with you, but makes war against you, then you shall besiege it.
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