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Psal. 120. Ad Dominum, cum tribul.

Canticum Graduum.

1

In my distresses anguish,
When I did lye and languish,
Upon the Lord I call'd:
No longer he deferr'd mee,
But at mine instance heard mee,
From where I lay enthrall'd.

2

My soule, O Lord, deliver
From lips of lies the quiver,
And from a double tongue:

3

False tongue, what gives it to thee?
What profit shall it doe thee,
When thy fell sting hath stung?

4

Sharp arrowes are lesse cruell,
No Juniper, like fewell:
So deadly are they not,
As are those forked quarrells,
As are those wild-fire barrells,
The tongues malignant shot.

5

Now, woe is me, these dangers,
More strange to me then strangers,
That exil'd life re-sents:
Against my will constraine me,
With Meshech to containe me,
And dwell in Kedars Tents.

6

My soule hath too long resting,
With him, that peace detesting,
Is ever male-content:
I am for peace, that love it,
And when my speeches move it,
for warre then are they bent.