- [A song of high degrees.]
- 1
- When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
- 2
- Deliuer my soule O God from false lyppes: & from a deceiptful tongue.
- 3
- What doth a deceiptfull tongue vnto thee?
what good bryngeth it thee?
- 4
- [So much] as sharpe arrowes of a strong man [in thy sydes:] with Iuniper coales [powred on thy head.]
- 5
- Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar.
- 6
- My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
- 7
- I [am a man] of peace: but because I do speake therof, they [prepare] them selues to battayle.
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