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