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Psalms 118    

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 119

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.

Psalms 120

 

 

 

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