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Thus Dauid sung, in straits, when hee
From Absolon his sonne, did flie.
From Absolon his sonne, did flie.
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O Lord how ar my foes encreast?Against me manie ryse.
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How manie of my soule doe say,(Thy pow're who dare despise)
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No help's for him in God, but thow,My sheeld in tyme of neid,
My glory art. When languisching,
Thow (Lord) liftst vp my head.
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I with my voyce did seek the Lord,Hee from his holy hill
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Did ansuer mak. I laid me doun;Sleep all my fears did still.
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I wak'd againe, for me the LordSustainde. Ten thousand laid
Of people, raging me around,
Mee cannot mak affreyde.
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Arise, O Lord, me save my God,For thow hast foild my foes,
And on the cheikbone smiten all,
That wp against me rose.
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Thow brocken hast the wicked's teeth.Salvation doeth alone
To thee belong. Thy blessing, Lord,
Thy people is vpon.
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