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In destruccion and derth thou shalt be mery, and shalt not be afrayed for the beastes of the earth:

Yee thou shalt se, that thy dwellynge place shalbe in rest: thou shalt beholde thy substaunce, and be nomore punyshed for synne.

for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.

For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.

The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.

O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:

The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.

for the pathes yt they go in, are croked: they haist after vayne thinges, and shal perish.

Confounded are they, that put eny cofidence in them: For whe they came to opteyne the thynges that they loked for, they were brought to confucion.

For like as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelinge wolde fayne haue an ende of his worke:

When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.

therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like

I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne

Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him.

Whe thy sonnes synned agaynst him, dyd not he punysh the for their wickednesse?

His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.

Lo, thus is it wt him, that reioyseth in his owne doinges: and as for other, they growe out of the earth.

As for yt I knowe it is so of a treuth, yt a man compared vnto God, can not be iustified.

yf I will iustifie my self, myne owne mouth shall codemne me: yf I will put forth my self for a perfecte man, he shal proue me a wicked doer:

For that I shulde be an innocent, my coscience knoweth it not, yee I my self am weery off my life.