Holy Bible (Douay Rheims)
gradual canticle. In 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.