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