The Book of Psalms

A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.(a)

Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

My soul has long been a sojourner.

With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

(a)119:4 In other words, there will be nothing left but burning embers.(Conte)