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