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He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.

I am a brother to the dragons, & a companion to the ostriches.

Therefore Elihu the sonne of Barachel, the Buzite answered, & sayd, I am yong in yeres, and ye are ancient: therefore I doubted, and was afraide to shewe you mine opinion.

For I am full of matter, and the spirite within me compelleth me.

Beholde, I am according to thy wish in Gods stead: I am also formed of the clay.

I am cleane, without sinne: I am innocent, and there is none iniquitie in me.

For Iob hath saide, I am righteous, & God hath taken away my iudgement.

Thinkest thou this right, that thou hast said, I am more righteous then God?

Beholde, I am vile: what shall I answere thee? I will lay mine hand vpon my mouth.

Haue mercie vpon me, O Lorde, for I am weake: O Lord heale me, for my bones are vexed.

But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.

I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.

Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.

Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.

I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.

Though I said in mine haste, I am cast out of thy sight, yet thou heardest the voyce of my prayer, when I cryed vnto thee.

Bring out also the speare and stop the way against them, that persecute me: say vnto my soule, I am thy saluation.

I haue beene yong, and am olde: yet I sawe neuer the righteous forsaken, nor his seede begging bread.

I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.

I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.