Giobbe 17
My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
O delyuer me, and set me by the, who shall then be able to thrust my hondes together?
Thou hast withholde their hertes from vnderstodinge, therfore shall they not be set vp an hye.
He promiseth his fredes parte of his good, but his owne childre spende it.
He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
Vertuous me therfore shall wel cosidre this, and the innocent shal take parte agaynst the Ypocrite.
The rightuous wil kepe his waye, and he yt hath cleane handes, wil euer be stronger & stronger.
As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse ma amonge you.
My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.