| Chapter 119 |
1 | In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me. |
2 | O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue. |
3 | What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue. |
4 | The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste. |
5 | Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar: |
6 | my soul hath been long a sojourner. |
7 | With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause. |