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Thinkest thou it right that thou sayest: I am rightuous before God

Seinge thou sayest so, how doest thou knowe it? What thinge hast thou more excellet, the I yt am a synner?

Beholde, I am to vyle a personne, to answere the, therfore will I laye my hande vpon my mouth.

Or, who hath geuen me eny thynge afore hande, that I am bounde to rewarde him agayne? All thinges vnder heauen are myne.

Now whe the LORDE had spoken these wordes vnto Iob, he sayde vnto Eliphas ye Themanite: I am displeased with the & thy two frendes, for ye haue not spoken the thinge yt is right before me, like as my seruaunt Iob hath done.

I am not afrayed for thousandes of the people, that copasse me rounde aboute.

Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.

I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.

Haue mercy vpo me (o LORDE) considre the trouble that I am in amoge myne enemies, thou that liftest me vp from ye gates of death.

But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.

I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.

The LORDE is my stregth and my shylde: my herte hoped in him, & I am helped: therfore my hert dauseth for ioye, and I will synge prayses vnto him.

Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

I am become a very reprofe amonge all myne enemies, my neghbours & they of myne owne acquauntaunce are afrayed of me: they yt se me in the strete, coveye them selues fro me.

I am clene forgotten and out of mynde, as a deed man: I am become like a broken vessell.

Thankes be to the LORDE, for he hath shewed me maruelous greate kyndnesse in a stronge cite. For when the sodane feare came vpon me, I sayde: I am cast out of thy sight.

Drawe out thy swearde, and stoppe the waye agaynst them that persecute me, saye vnto my soule: I am yi helpe.

I haue bene yonge, & now am olde: yet sawe I neuer the rightuous forsake, ner his sede to seke their bred.

I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.