Psalms 119

1In 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.

5Woe 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 hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

Douay-Rheims Bible (Challoner Revision) (1899) — R. Challoner (rév. 1749-1752), d’après la Vulgate. Source : scrollmapper/bible_databases. Domaine public