In My Distress I Cried to the LORD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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