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3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorow, heuynes, hath taken holde vpon me, as the panges of a woman that is traueyling. It made me stoupe when I herde it, & it vexed me whan I sawe it.
4 My hart panted, fearfulnes came vpon me. The nyght of my volupteousnes hath he turned agaynst me into feare.
5 Whyle they garnished the table, the watch man loked: And while I was eatynge and drynkyng (it was sayde:) vp ye captaynes, take you to your shylde.