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Psalms 119

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PSALM 119.
1A gradual canticle.
In 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 hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

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Psalms 119: DRC1752

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