Psalms
Chapter 119
- 1
Not unheeded I cry to the Lord in the hour of my distress.
- 2
Lord, have pity and deliver me from the treacherous lips, the perjured tongue.
- 3
Perjurer, he will give thee all thy deserts and more;
- 4
sharp arrows from a warrior’s bow, blazing faggots of broom.
- 5
Unhappy I, that live an exile in Mosoch, or dwell among the tents of Cedar!
- 6
Long banished here among the enemies of peace,
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for peace I plead, and their cry is still for battle.