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| 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. |
| 7:1 | Knyythod is lijf of man on erthe, and his daies ben as the daies of an hired man. |
| 7:2 | As an hert desireth schadowe, and as an hirede man abideth the ende of his werk; |
| 7:3 | so and Y hadde voide monethis, and Y noumbrede trauailous niytes to me. |
| 7:4 | If Y schal slepe, Y schal seie, Whanne schal Y rise? and eft Y schal abide the euentid, and Y schal be fillid with sorewis `til to derknessis. |
| 7:5 | Mi fleisch is clothid with rot, and filthis of dust; my skyn driede vp, and is drawun togidere. |
| 7:6 | My daies passiden swiftliere thanne a web is kit doun `of a webstere; and tho daies ben wastid with outen ony hope. |
| 7:7 | God, haue thou mynde, for my lijf is wynde, and myn iye schal not turne ayen, that it se goodis. |
| 7:8 | Nethir the siyt of man schal biholde me; but thin iyen ben in me, and Y schal not `be in deedli lijf. |
| 7:9 | As a cloude is wastid, and passith, so he that goith doun to helle, schal not stie; |
| 7:10 | nether schal turne ayen more in to his hows, and his place schal no more knowe hym. |
| 7:11 | Wherfor and Y schal not spare my mouth; Y schal speke in the tribulacioun of my spirit, Y schal talke togidere with the bitternesse of my soule. |
| 7:12 | Whether Y am the see, ethir a whal, for thou hast cumpassid me with prisoun? |
| 7:13 | If Y seie, My bed schal coumfort me, and Y schal be releeuyd, spekynge with me in my bed; |
| 7:14 | thou schalt make me aferd bi dremys, and thou schalt schake me with `orrour, ethir hidousnesse, `bi siytis. |
| 7:15 | Wherfor my soule `chees hangyng, and my boonys cheesiden deth. |
| 7:16 | `Y dispeiride, now Y schal no more lyue; Lord, spare thou me, for my daies ben nouyt. |
| 7:17 | What is a man, for thou `magnifiest hym? ether what settist thou thin herte toward hym? |
| 7:18 | Thou visitist hym eerly, and sudeynli thou preuest hym. |
| 7:19 | Hou long sparist thou not me, nether suffrist me, that Y swolowe my spotele? |
| 7:20 | Y haue synned; A! thou kepere of men, what schal Y do to thee? Whi hast thou set me contrarie to thee, and Y am maad greuouse to my silf? |
| 7:21 | Whi doist thou not awei my sinne, and whi takist thou not awei my wickidnesse? Lo! now Y schal slepe in dust, and if thou sekist me eerli, Y schal not abide. |
| 7:1 | Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte? |
| 7:2 | For like as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelinge wolde fayne haue an ende of his worke: |
| 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 layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke. |
| 7:5 | My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together: |
| 7:6 | my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre. |
| 7:7 | O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures |
| 7:8 | therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like |
| 7:9 | as a cloude is cosumed and vanyshed awaye, euen so he that goeth downe to hell, commeth nomore vp, |
| 7:10 | ner turneth agayne in to his house, nether shall his place knowe him eny more. |
| 7:11 | Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke. |
| 7:12 | Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson? |
| 7:13 | When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche: |
| 7:14 | The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions, |
| 7:15 | that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed. |
| 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 him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him? |
| 7:18 | Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him. |
| 7:19 | Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle? |
| 7:20 | I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself? |
| 7:21 | Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone. |
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