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But now Y am turned in to the song of hem, and Y am maad a prouerbe to hem.

Y am dryuun in to nouyt; he took awei my desir as wynd, and myn helpe passide awei as a cloude.

Y am comparisound to cley, and Y am maad lijk to a deed sparcle and aisch.

And Helyu, the sone of Barachel Buzites, answeride, and seyde, Y am yongere in tyme, sotheli ye ben eldere; therfor with heed holdun doun Y dredde to schewe to you my sentence.

For Y am ful of wordis, and the spirit of my wombe, `that is, mynde, constreyneth me.

Lo! God made me as and thee; and also Y am formyd of the same cley.

Y am cleene, and with out gilt, and vnwemmed, and wickidnesse is not in me.

For Job seide, Y am iust, and God hath distried my doom.

`ether riytful, to thee, that thou schuldist seie, Y am riytfulere than God?

Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.

Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am sijk; Lord, make thou me hool, for alle my boonys ben troblid.

But Y am a worm, and not man; the schenschip of men, and the outcastyng of the puple.

in to thee Y am cast forth fro the wombe. Fro the wombe of my modir thou art my God; departe thou not fro me.

I am sched out as watir; and alle my boonys ben scaterid. Myn herte is maad, as wex fletynge abrood; in the myddis of my wombe.

Biholde thou on me, and haue thou mercy on me; for Y am

The Lord is myn helpere and my defendere; and myn herte hopide in hym, and Y am helpid. And my fleisch flouride ayen; and of my wille Y schal knowleche to hym.

Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.

Lord, haue thou merci on me, for Y am troblid; myn iye is troblid in ire, my soule and my wombe `ben troblid.

Ouer alle myn enemyes Y am maad schenship greetli to my neiyboris; and drede to my knowun. Thei that sien me with outforth, fledden fro me; Y am youun to foryetyng,

as a deed man fro herte. I am maad as a lorun vessel;