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 I will please the Lord: * in the land of the living.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.

''Ant. '' I will please the Lord in the land of the living.

Ant. Woe is me, O Lord.

n my trouble I cried to the Lord; * and He heard me.

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips,* and a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given to Thee, or what shall be added to Thee, * to a deceitful tongue?

The sharp arrows of the mighty,* with coals that lay waste.

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar: * my soul hath been long a sojourner.

With them that hated peace I was peaceable: * when I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them