Zsoltárok 119

1In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me. 2O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue. 3What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue. 4The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste. 5Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar: 6My soul hath been long a sojourner.