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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 breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
17:2	There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
17:3	Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
17:4	For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
17:5	For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
17:6	Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
17:7	Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
17:8	The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
17:9	But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
17:10	All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
17:11	My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
17:12	Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
17:13	Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke.
17:14	I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
17:15	Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
17:16	They shall goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.


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