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3 The snares of death compased me round about, and the paynes of hell gat hold vpon me,
4 I shall fynde trouble and heuynesse, and I shall call vpon the name of the Lorde (O Lord) I besech the delyuer my soule.
5 Gracious is the Lorde, and ryghteous, yee oure God is mercyfull.
6 The Lord preserueth the symple: I was in mysery, and he helped me.
7 Turne agayne then vnto thy rest, O my soule, for the Lorde hath rewarded the.