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17:1	My breth stincketh, my dayes are shortened. I am harde at deathes dore.
17:2	Froward men are wt me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.
17:3	O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suertie in thy sight, what is he that knoweth who will promes for me?
17:4	For thou hast with holden their hertes from vnderstandynge, therfore shalt thou not sett (them) vp on hye.
17:5	He promiseth his frendes parte of his good, but his awne children spende it.
17:6	He hath made me as it were a byworde of the people: where as afore, I was theyr ioye.
17:7	Myne eye is dymme, for very heuynesse, & all my strength is become like a shadow.
17:8	Uertuous men therfore shall well consydre this, and the innocent shall take parte agaynst the ypocrite.
17:9	The righteous also will kepe hys waye, and he that hath cleane handes, wyll euer be stronger and stronger.
17:10	As for you, turne you, and get you hence (I praye you) seynge I cannot fynde one wyse man amonge you:
17:11	My dayes are past, and my councels and thoughtes of my hart are vanysshed awaye
17:12	chaungynge the night into daye, and the light into darcknes.
17:13	Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I haue made my bed in the darcke.
17:14	I call corrupcyon my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster.
17:15	What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who hath considred the thynge, that I loke for?
17:16	All that I haue, shall go downe into the pytt, and lye with me in the dust.


17:1	Mi spirit schal be maad feble; my daies schulen be maad schort, and oneli the sepulcre is left to me.
17:2	Y have not synned, and myn iye dwellith in bittirnessis.
17:3	Lord, delyuere thou me, and sette thou me bisidis thee; and the hond of ech fiyte ayens me.
17:4	Thou hast maad the herte of hem fer fro doctryn, `ethir knowyng of treuthe; therfor thei schulen not be enhaunsid.
17:5	He bihetith prey to felowis, and the iyen of hise sones schulen faile.
17:6	He hath set as in to a prouerbe of the comyn puple, and his saumple bifor hem.
17:7	Myn `iye dasewide at indignacioun; and my membris ben dryuun as in to nouyt.
17:8	Iust men schulen wondre on this thing; and an innocent schal be reisid ayens an ypocrite.
17:9	And a iust man schal holde his weie, and he schal adde strengthe to clene hondis.
17:10	Therfor alle `ye be conuertid, and come ye; and Y schal not fynde in you ony wiys man.
17:11	My daies ben passid; my thouytis ben scaterid, turmentynge myn herte.
17:12	Tho han turned the nyyt `in to day; and eft aftir derknessis hope liyt.
17:13	If Y `susteyne, ether suffre pacientli, helle is myn hous; and Y haue arayede my bed in derknessis.
17:14	Y seide to rot, Thou art my fadur; and to wormes, Ye ben my modir and my sister.
17:15	Therfor where is now myn abidyng? and who biholdith my pacience?
17:16	Alle my thingis schulen go doun in to deppeste helle; gessist thou, whether reste schal be to me, nameli there.


17:1	My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
17:2	I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
17:3	O delyuer me, and set me by the, who shall then be able to thrust my hondes together?
17:4	Thou hast withholde their hertes from vnderstodinge, therfore shall they not be set vp an hye.
17:5	He promiseth his fredes parte of his good, but his owne childre spende it.
17:6	He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
17:7	My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
17:8	Vertuous me therfore shall wel cosidre this, and the innocent shal take parte agaynst the Ypocrite.
17:9	The rightuous wil kepe his waye, and he yt hath cleane handes, wil euer be stronger & stronger.
17:10	As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse ma amonge you.
17:11	My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
17:12	chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
17:13	Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
17:14	I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
17:15	What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
17:16	All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.