PSAL. CXX.
IN griefe and misery
I to the Lord did cry,
Who heard me graciously.
[verse 2] Lord, save my soule from wrong
Of a deceitfull tongue,
And from the lips that lye.
[verse 3] What shall be giv'n to thee?
What to thee done shall be,
Thou false tongue of the liar?
[verse 4] Sharp arrowes thou dost cast,
Words that destroy and wast,
Like burning coales of fire.
[verse 5] O wo is me that I
A sojourner must lye
In M•…•…sechs land so long:
That I day after day
In banishment must stay
Black •…•…edars tents among.
My soule (now weary) hath
Long dwelt with men of wrath,
Of peace that haters are:
[verse 6] I am for peace, but when