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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, &amp;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.

I lifted up my eyes to the mountains; from whence my help will come.