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For though a rote be waxen olde and deed in the grounde, yet whe the stocke

For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.

A fearfull sounde is euer in his eares, & when it is peace, yet feareth he destruccion:

Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?

But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.

yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.

I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse

Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.

Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.

Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?

yet he perisheth at the last like donge: In so moch yt they which haue sene him, saye: Where is he?

But laboure shal he, & yet haue nothinge to eate. Greate trauayle shal he make for riches, but he shal not enioye them.

Though he had plenteousnesse of euerythinge, yet was he poore, & therfore he is but a wretch on euery syde.

For though ye wicked haue neuer so moch to fyll his bely, yet God shal sende his wrath vpon him, and cause his battayll to rayne ouer him:

And though God saue their childre from soch sorowe, yet wil he so rewarde theselues, that they shal knowe it.

Yet shal he be brought to his graue, and watch amonge the heape of the deed.

My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.

In so moch that they let them go naked without clothinge, and yet the hungrie beare the sheeues.

The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.

And though they might be safe, yet they wil not receaue it, for their eyes loke vpon their owne wayes.