15 Let death upon them seize, and downlet them go quick to hell;For wickedness doth much aboundamong them where they dwell.
16 I'll call on God: God will me save.
17 I'll pray, and make a noiseAt ev'ning, morning, and at noon;and he shall hear my voice.
18 He hath my soul delivered,that it in peace might beFrom battle that against me was;for many were with me.
19 The Lord shall hear, and them afflict,of old who hath abode:Because they never changes have,therefore they fear not God.
20 'Gainst those that were at peace with himhe hath put forth his hand:The covenant that he had made,by breaking he profan'd.
21 More smooth than butter were his words,while in his heart was war;His speeches were more soft than oil,and yet drawn swords they are.