Psalms 119

1A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me. 2O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue. 3What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?: 4the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation. 5Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar. 6My soul has long been a sojourner. 7With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.
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