Coverdale(i) 1 When I am in trouble, I call vpon ye LORDE, & he answereth me. 2 Delyuer my soule (o LORDE) fro lyenge lippes, & fro a disceatfull toge. 3 What rewarde shalbe geuen or done vnto the, thou false tonge? 4 Euen mightie & sharpe arowes, wt hote burnige coales. 5 Wo is me yt my banishmet endureth sologe: I dwell in the tabernacles of the soroufull. 6 My soule hath loge dwelt amonge them, that be enemies vnto peace. 7 I laboured for peace, but when I spake therof, they made them to batayll.