Psalms 119

¹A gradual Canticle. When I was in tribulation I cried to our Lord: and he heard me.

²O Lord deliver my soul from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

³What may be given thee, or what may be added unto thee to a deceitful tongue?

⁴The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of desolation.

⁵Woe is to me, that my sojourning is prolonged: I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:

⁶My soul hath been long a sojourner.

⁷With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spake to them, they impugned me without cause.