Psalms 119

¹In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me. ²O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue. ³What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue? ⁴The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste. ⁵Woe is 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 spoke to them they fought against me without cause.