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[1] <To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid.> O Lorde heare my voyce in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie
[2] Hyde me from the secrete [counsayles] of the malitious: from the conspiracie of the workers of iniquitie
[3] Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde
[4] That they may priuily shoote at hym which is perfect: they do sodenly shoote at hym and feare not
[5] They courage them selues in mischiefe: and comune among them selues how they may lay snares, and say, who shall see them
[6] They searche out howe to do wrong, they put in practise fully that they haue diligently searched out: yea euen the secretes and bottome of euery one of their heartes
[7] But the Lorde wyll sodenly shoote at them with a [swyft] arrowe: their plagues shalbe [apparaunt.
[8] Yea they shall cause their owne tongues to be a meanes for to destroy the selues: insomuch that who so seeth them, shal desire to flee away [from them
[9] And all men that see it shall say, this hath God done: for they shall well perceaue that it is his worke
[10] The righteous wyll reioyce in God, and put his trust in hym: and all they that be vpright hearted wylbe glad
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