Salmi 64
Heare my voyce (o God) in my coplaynte, preserue my life fro feare of ye enemie.
Hyde me from the gatheringe together of ye frowarde, fro ye heape of wicked doers.
Which whette their tuges like a swerde, & shute wt their venimous wordes like as wt arowes.
That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
They haue deuysed myschefe, and commoned amonge them selues, how they maye laye snares: tush (saye they) who shall se them?
They ymagin wickednesse, and kepe it secrete amonge them selues, euery man in ye depe of his herte.
But God shall sodenly shute with an arowe, yt they shall be wounded.
Yee their owne tunges shall make them fall, In so moch that who so seyth the, shal laugh the to scorne.
And all men that se it, shal saye: this hath God done for they shal perceaue, yt it is his worke.
The rightuous shal reioyse in the LORDE, and put his trust in him: and all they yt are true off herte, shalbe glad therof.