Midvash

Psalms 119:71

1In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.a

2O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.b

3What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.c

4The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.d

5Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:e

6My soul hath been long a sojourner.f

7With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.g

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