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¹ (119-1) In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.² (119-2) O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.³ (119-3) What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue?⁴ (119-4) The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

⁵ (119-5) Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:⁶ (119-6) My soul hath been long a sojourner.⁷ (119-7) With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.