Psalms

Chapter 119

  1. 1

    Not unheeded I cry to the Lord in the hour of my distress.

  2. 2

    Lord, have pity and deliver me from the treacherous lips, the perjured tongue.

  3. 3

    Perjurer, he will give thee all thy deserts and more;

  4. 4

    sharp arrows from a warrior’s bow, blazing faggots of broom.

  5. 5

    Unhappy I, that live an exile in Mosoch, or dwell among the tents of Cedar!

  6. 6

    Long banished here among the enemies of peace,

  7. 7

    for peace I plead, and their cry is still for battle.