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〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Lord thou seest my wrongs abound. Lions enrag'd my Soul surround, With poisnous words, Their tongues like swords, Their teeth
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Lord thou seest my wrongs abound. Lions enrag'd my Soul surround, With poisnous words, Their tongues like swords, Their teeth
〈♫〉〈♫〉 like Arrows wound. My foes reproach me all the day, And sworn deceits together lay; My God, how long Shall they grow strong, Who with vain Lies inveigh? The calumnies which they have sown On every side, to thee are known, Hold not thy peace, Least they increase, And bury my Renown. The lyar thou wilt ruinate, The bloody and the false do'st hate;
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Let my upright Intents, a light Clear as the Sun dilate.