PSALM CXIX.
When I was in tribulation, I cried to the Lord; and He heard me.
Lord, deliver my soul from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
What is to be given to thee, or what is to be added to thee: to a deceitful tongue?
The sharp arrows of the mighty: with coals of desolation.
Woe is me, that my abode is prolonged. I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar; my soul has been long a sojourner.
I was peaceable with those that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they insulted me for no reason.
Grant them eternal rest, &c.
Anth. Woe is me, Lord, that my abode is prolonged.
Anth. The Lord preserve thee from all evil; may the Lord keep thy soul.
PSALM CXX.
I lifted up my eyes to the mountains; from whence my help will come.
