Psalms 119

1 In my affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me. 2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue. 3 What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for your crafty tongue? 4 Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert. 5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar. 6 My soul has long been a sojourner; 7 I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.