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