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2 Hyde me from the gathering together of the froward, & from the insurrection of wicked doers.
3 Which haue whett their tonge lyke a swearde, & shote out theyr arowes, euen bytter wordes.
4 That they maye preuely shote at him which is perfecte: sodenly do they hit him & feare not.
5 They courage them selues in myschefe, and commune amonge them selues, how they maye laye snares: and saye, that no man shall se them.
6 They ymagin wickednes, & practyse it that they kepe secrete amonge them selues, euery man in the depe of his hert.
7 But God shal sodenly shote at them with a swift arowe, that they shalbe wounded.
8 Yee, their awne tonges shall make them fall, in so moch that who so seeth them, shall laugh them to scorne.