Psalms 119

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi, et exaudivit me.

ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν πρὸς κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα καὶ εἰσήκουσέν μου

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

Domine, libera animam meam a labiis iniquis et a lingua dolosa.

κύριε ῥῦσαι τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ χειλέων ἀδίκων καὶ ἀπὸ γλώσσης δολίας

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

Quid detur tibi, aut quid apponatur tibi ad linguam dolosam?

τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν

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

Sagittæ potentis acutæ, cum carbonibus desolatoriis.

τὰ βέλη τοῦ δυνατοῦ ἠκονημένα σὺν τοῖς ἄνθραξιν τοῖς ἐρημικοῖς

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:

Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus prolongatus est! habitavi cum habitantibus Cedar;

οἴμμοι ὅτι ἡ παροικία μου ἐμακρύνθη κατεσκήνωσα μετὰ τῶν σκηνωμάτων Κηδαρ

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

multum incola fuit anima mea.

πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου

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

Cum his qui oderunt pacem eram pacificus; cum loquebar illis, impugnabant me gratis.

μετὰ τῶν μισούντων τὴν εἰρήνην ἤμην εἰρηνικός ὅταν ἐλάλουν αὐτοῖς ἐπολέμουν με δωρεάν