Psalms 119
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
1A gradual canticle. In 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. 5Wo 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 hate peace I was peaceable; when I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.