When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me.

Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge.

What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge?

Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.

Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull.

My soule hath loge dwelt amonge them, that be enemies vnto peace.

I laboured for peace, but when I spake therof, they made them to batayll.