119:1 A gradual canticle. In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.
Canticum graduum. Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi, et exaudivit me.

119:2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.
Domine, libera animam meam a labiis iniquis et a lingua dolosa.

119:3 What 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?

119:4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.
Sagittæ potentis acutæ, cum carbonibus desolatoriis.

119:5 Wo 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;

119:6 my soul hath been long a sojourner.
multum incola fuit anima mea.

119:7 With them that hate 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.