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3 I wyll not come wythin the tabernacle of my house, nor clyme vp in to my bedd.
4 I wyll not suffre myne eyes to slepe, nor myne eye lyddes to slomber.
5 Untill I fynde out a place for the temple of the Lorde, an habitacion for the myghtye God of Iacob.
6 Lo, we hearde of the same at Ephrata, and founde it in the wood.
7 We wyll go in to hys tabernacle, and fall lowe on oure knees before hys fote stole.
8 Aryse, O Lord, into thy restynge place, thou and the arcke of thy strength.