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Psalme. CXX.
The Argument.
When Dauid felt: all spite of man,All helpe of God: he then optaynd:
By whome alone: reliefe he wan,
From hard disease: that hym constraynd.
Well trust we than,
When we be paynd.
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1. Canticum graduum.
1
To God when I: was vext wyth smart,By wrongfull meanes: of man opprest:
I cryed in voyce: I cryed in hart,
He aunswerd me: at my request,
In gentle part,
He gaue me rest.
2
For thus I sayd: and still will say,O Lord my soule: deliuer free:
From lying lips: saue me I pray,
From crafty tonges: that double bee.
But set all day,
To vanitie.
3
What shalt thou winne: what gayne or gift?Thou crafty tong: with all thy spyte:
Or what may that: increase thy thirst,
False tong to vse: in such delyte?
What is thy drift?
What winst in sight
4
Euen this thou wynst: sharpe dartes and fell,Of Gods strong hand: in dreadfull feare:
Whose strength shall send: thy spite to hell,
As whote as coales: of Iuniper.
And marke it well,
In mynd it beare.
5
O wo is me: that myne abode,Is still prolongd in hard exile:
Thus forst to dwell: as cast abrode,
In Ceder tentes: both blacke and vyle.
O helpe me God,
Me reconcile.
6
Ah long to long: my soule abydth,Wyth such as hate: good loue and peace:
With people rough: of hawty pryde,
Which fierce in hart: on me do preace,
O cast them wyde,
Their magre cease.
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7
Whan peace I seeke: they cry to warre,Whan fayre I speake they threat the more:
Whan them I sue: they driue me farre:
Thus gall for loue: I gaine in store.
O God be narre,
Help me therfore.
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