Psalms 119 — DRA

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