Psalms 119

 1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me 2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue 3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue? 4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation 5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar 6 My soul has long been a sojourner 7 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause