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1 A songe of the steares. When I was in trouble, I called vpon the Lorde, and he hearde me.
2 Delyuer my soule, O Lorde, from lyenge lyppes, and from a disceatfull tonge.
3 What rewarde shall be geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?
4 Euen myghtie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnynge coales.
5 Woo is me, that I am constrayned to dwell with Mesech, and to haue myne habitacyon amonge the tentes of Cedar.
6 My soule hath longe dwelt amonge them, that be enemyes vnto peace.
7 I laboure for peace, but when I speake therof, they make them to battayle.