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