- In trouble and in thrall, unto the Lord I call,
- and he doth me comfort:
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- 2 Deliver me, I say, from liar’s lips alway,
- and tongues of false report.
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- 4 What vantage or what thing,
- Getst thou thus for to sting,
- thou false and flattering liar?
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- 5 Thy tongue doth hurt I wean,
- No less than arrows keen
- of hot consuming fire.
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- 6 Alas too long I slake,
- Within these tents so black,
- Which Kedars are by name,
- By whom the flock elect,
- And all of Isaac’s sect
- Are put to open shame.
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- 7 With them that peace did hate,
- I came a peace to make,
- and set a quiet life:
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- 8 But when my tale was told,
- Causeless I was controlled,
- by them that would have strife.
