119:1-5
[1] In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me. [2] O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue. [3] What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue? [4] The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste. [5] Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar:
119:6-7
[6] My soul hath been long a sojourner. [7] With them that hated peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.