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

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

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

4 Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales.

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

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

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