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Psalme. C.xx. Ad Dominum cum tribularer.

When troubles, dyd me sore oppresse
And my soule was heauye:
Upon the Lorde, I dyd then cal


Who hearde me by and by.
To whom I spake, and sayde O Lorde
Ryd and delyuer me:
From lyinge lyps, that speake disceayte
And worke all vanitye.
O thou false tonge, thy due rewarde
Shalt thou haue for thyne hyre:
Euen percynge strokes, of Arows kea{n}
With hote consumynge fyre.


And wo is me, that am constraynd
With Mesech for to byde:
And in the tentes, of Cedar eke
To dwell all my lyfe tyde.
My soule longe tyme, in troubels byd
That I coulde not releace:
Euen amongst such, as loue debate
And are enmies to peace.


And styll in peace, I seake to lyue
Wherin I most delyght:
But when I speake, to them therof
They are ready to fyght.
From God all ayde, and helpe vve haue
In our distresse and nede.


VVhich vve must aske, and of hym craue
Not doubtynge for to spede.