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(2) 8 As apple of thine eye me keep. In thy wings shade me hide.

9 From wicked who me wast: my foes in heart are on each side.

10 Clos’d in their fat they are: and they speak with their mouth proudly.

11 They round us in our steps: they set on earth their bow’d down eye.

12 His likeness as a lion is, that greedy is to tear, in secret places lurking as he a young lion were.

13 Him, in his sight, rise, disappoint make him bow down o Lord, do thou my soul deliver from the wicked one, thy sword,

14 From mortal men thine hand, o Lord from men that mortal are, and of this passing-world, who have within this life their share, with thy hid treasure furthermore whose belly thou fillest: their sons are fill’d, and to their babes of wealth they leave the rest.

15 In righteousness, thy favour I shall very clearly see, and waking with thine image, I shall satisfied be.

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