1To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
2I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
3Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,