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Psalme. Lxiiij Exaudi Deus orationeru meam.

Heare thys the voyce, of my request
O God I call to thee:
My lyfe preserue, thou from the feare
Now of my ennemye.


From the assemble, of people yll
Under thy wyngs me hyde:
And from the wayes, of the wycked
Do me defende and gyde.
Their tungs they whet, thē sharpe to make
Their poyson out to brynge:
Euen venyme words, they powre forth styll
That do moste deadly stynge.
That they maye priuely, hurt and noye
The Iust and the elect:
They nothynge feare, for to slaunder
The man that is perfect.
In mischiefe they, do animate
Them selues all that they maye:
And do consult, amongst them selues
Their snares howe for to laye.


And bouldly say, eche to other
No man there is at all:
That can bewraye, what we wyl do
So secret worke we shall.
They mischiefe in, their hearts ymagen
And that they put in vre:
Which they kepe closse amonge thē selues
And thynke all safe and sure.
But sodaynlye, God shall start vp
And them all strayght confounde:
With bowe then bent, with arrows prest
He shall them depelye wounde.
Yea their owne tounges, shalbe the cause
That they shall fall and slyde:
And all suche as, do them behoulde
Shal their doynges deryde.


And suche as shall, then se their fall
Wyll saye thys is Gods act:
For they shall playne, perceyue it all
To be hys worcke and fact.
The ryghteous shall, in God reioyce
And put in hym their trust:
The faythfull mynde, shalbe ryght glad
Whose heart is true and iuste.


THE due revvarde, to lyinge lyps
Is here expressed playne:
VVhose toungs do vtter, all disceate
And do but glose and fayne.