My LORD’s BiblePsalms 119
1In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.
Canticum graduum. Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi, et exaudivit me.
2O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.
Domine, libera animam meam a labiis iniquis et a lingua dolosa.
3What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue?
Quid detur tibi, aut quid apponatur tibi ad linguam dolosam?
4The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
Sagittæ potentis acutæ, cum carbonibus desolatoriis.
5Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:
Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus prolongatus est ! habitavi cum habitantibus Cedar;
6My soul hath been long a sojourner.
multum incola fuit anima mea.
7With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.
Cum his qui oderunt pacem eram pacificus; cum loquebar illis, impugnabant me gratis.