In My Distress I Cried to the LORD 1 2Deliuer my soule O God from false lyppes: & from a deceiptful tongue. 3What doth a deceiptfull tongue vnto thee? what good bryngeth it thee?
4 5Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar. 6My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
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