PSAL. CXX.
IN my distresse I cried unto the Lord: and he heard me.
2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips and from a deceitfull tongue.
UNto the Lord in my distresse I cri'd, and he me heard:
2 From lying lips, deceitfull tongues my soul Lord do thou guard:
3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of Iuniper.
3 What shall be giv'n thee? Or what shall be done false tongue to thee?
4 Sharp arrows of the strong, with coals of Juniper that be:
5 Wo is me, that I sojourn in Mesech: that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.
5 Now wo is me that I sojourn in Mesech thus so long,
That I do dwell within the tents to Kedar that belong.