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| 7:1 | Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hireling? |
| 7:2 | As a seruant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his worke: |
| 7:3 | So am I made to possesse moneths of vanitie, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
| 7:4 | When I lie downe, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro, vnto the dawning of the day. |
| 7:5 | My flesh is cloathed with wormes and clods of dust, my skinne is broken, and become loathsome. |
| 7:6 | My dayes are swifter then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
| 7:7 | O remember that my life is winde: mine eye shall no more see good. |
| 7:8 | The eye of him that hath seene me, shall see mee no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I am not. |
| 7:9 | As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more. |
| 7:10 | Hee shall returne no more to his house: neither shall his place know him any more. |
| 7:11 | Therefore I will not refraine my mouth, I wil speake in the anguish of my spirit, I will complaine in the bitternesse of my soule. |
| 7:12 | Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch ouer me? |
| 7:13 | When I say, My bed shal comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint: |
| 7:14 | Then thou skarest mee with dreames, and terrifiest me through visions. |
| 7:15 | So that my soule chooseth strangling: and death rather then my life. |
| 7:16 | I loath it, I would not liue alway: let me alone, for my dayes are vanitie. |
| 7:17 | What is man, that thou shouldest magnifie him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart vpon him? |
| 7:18 | And that thou shouldest visite him euery morning, and trie him euery moment? |
| 7:19 | How long wilt thou not depart from me? nor let me alone till I swallow downe my spittle? |
| 7:20 | I haue sinned, what shall I doe vnto thee, O thou preseruer of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe? |
| 7:21 | And why doest thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquitie? for now shall I sleepe in the dust, and thou shalt seeke me in the morning, but I shall not be. |
| 7:1 | Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling? |
| 7:2 | As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke, |
| 7:3 | So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me. |
| 7:4 | If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day. |
| 7:5 | My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible. |
| 7:6 | My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope. |
| 7:7 | Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure. |
| 7:8 | The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer. |
| 7:9 | As the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more. |
| 7:10 | He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more. |
| 7:11 | Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde. |
| 7:12 | Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde? |
| 7:13 | When I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation, |
| 7:14 | Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions. |
| 7:15 | Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones. |
| 7:16 | I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie. |
| 7:17 | What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him? |
| 7:18 | And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment? |
| 7:19 | Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle. |
| 7:20 | I haue sinned, what shall I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe? |
| 7:21 | And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found. |
| 7:1 | Hath man any certayn tyme vpon earthe? Are not hys dayes also lyke the dayes of an hyred seruaunt? |
| 7:2 | For lyke as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelynge wolde fayne haue an ende of hys worcke. |
| 7:3 | Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde. |
| 7:4 | When I laye me downe to slepe, I saye: O when shall I rise? Agayne, I longed sore for the nyght. And in the meane tyme am I full of sorowes vntyll the twylyght. |
| 7:5 | My flesh is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skynne is withered, and become horryble, |
| 7:6 | my dayes passe ouer more spedely, then a weeuer can weeue out his webbe: and are gone or I am aware. |
| 7:7 | O remembre, that my lyfe is but a mynde, and that myne eye shall nomore se pleasures therof, |
| 7:8 | yee, & that none other mens eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught. |
| 7:9 | The cloude is consumed and vanysshed awaye, euen so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come nomore vp, |
| 7:10 | ner turne agayne into hys house nether shall hys place knowe hym eny more. |
| 7:11 | Therfore, I will not spare my mouth, but wyll speake in the trouble of my sprete, and muse in the bytternesse of my mynde. |
| 7:12 | Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson? |
| 7:13 | When I saye: my bedd shall comforte me. I shall haue some refresshynge by talcking to my selfe vpon my couche. |
| 7:14 | Then troublest thou me with dreames, and makest me so afrayed thorow visions, |
| 7:15 | that my soule wissheth rather to perish and dye, then my bones to remayne. |
| 7:16 | I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne. |
| 7:17 | What is man, that thou hast hym in soch reputacyon, & settest somoch by hym? |
| 7:18 | Thou visytest hym early, and euery daye, sodenly doest thou trye hym. |
| 7:19 | Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe tyll I maye swalow downe my spetle? |
| 7:20 | I haue offended, and what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou made me to stande in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto my self? |
| 7:21 | Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wyckednes? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust, and yf thou sekest me to morow in the mornyng, I shalbe gone. |
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