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3:1	I am the man, that (thorowe the rodd of hys wrath) haue experience of misery.
3:2	He droue me forth, and led me: yee, into darckenesse, but not into lyght.
3:3	Agaynst me onely he turneth hys hande, and layeth it euer vpon me.
3:4	My fleshe and my skynne hath he made olde, & my bones hath he brused.
3:5	He hath buylded rounde aboute me, and closed me in with gall and trauayle.
3:6	He hath sett me in darckenes, as they that be deed for euer.
3:7	He hath so hedged me in, that I cannot get out, and hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
3:8	Though I crye and call pyteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
3:9	He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes croked.
3:10	He layeth wayte for me lyke a Beare, and as a lyon in a hole.
3:11	He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peces, he hath layed me waste altogether.
3:12	He hath bent hys bowe, & made me as it were a marck to shut at:
3:13	The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot euen into myne reynes.
3:14	I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all the daye longe.
3:15	He hath fylled me with bitternes, and geuen me wormwod to dryncke.
3:16	He hath smitten my teth in peces with stones, and rolled me in the dust.
3:17	He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thynges.
3:18	I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
3:19	O remembre yet my misery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
3:20	Yee, thou shalt remembre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
3:21	Whyle I consydre these thynges in my herte, I get a hope agayne.
3:22	Namely, it is of the Lordes mercyes that we are not, vtterly consumed. For trulye hys pytefull compassion hath not ceassed.
3:23	Newe mercyes shall the Lorde shewe vpon the, erly, yee in the daye sprynge, (O Lorde) greate is thy faythfulnesse.
3:24	The Lorde is my porcyon, sayeth my soule, therfore wyll I hope in him.
3:25	O how good is the Lorde vnto them, that put theyr trust in hym, and to the soule that seketh after hym?
3:26	The good man with stylnes and pacience tarieth, for the health of the Lorde.
3:27	O howe good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon him from his youth vp.
3:28	He sytteth alone, he holdeth hym still, and dwelleth quyetly by him selfe.
3:29	He laieth hys face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.
3:30	He offreth his cheke to the smyter, he wyll be content with reproues.
3:31	For the Lorde wyll not forsake for euer,
3:32	but though he punyshe hym: yet according to the multitude of his mercyes, he receaueth to grace agayne:
3:33	For he doth not plage & cast out the children of men from his herte.
3:34	To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder his fete.
3:35	To moue the iudgement of man before the most hyghest.
3:36	To condempne a man in hys cause. The Lorde hath not pleasure in soche thynges.
3:37	What is he then that saieth: there shulde somthinge be done without the Lordes commaundement.
3:38	Out of the mouth of the moost hyghest goeth not euell and good?
3:39	Wherfore then murmureth the lyuynge man? let him murmure at his awne synne.
3:40	Let vs loke, well vpon our awne wayes and remembre oure selues, and turne againe to the Lorde.
3:41	Let vs lyfte vp oure hertes with oure handes vnto the Lorde that is in heauen.
3:42	We haue bene dissemblers, and haue offended, wylt thou therfore not be intreaded?
3:43	Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without any fauoure.
3:44	Thou hast hyd thy selfe in a cloude, that oure prayer shuld not go thorowe.
3:45	Thou hast made vs out castes, and to be despysed amonge the people.
3:46	All oure enemyes gape vpon vs.
3:47	Feare and pytt is come vpon vs, yee, deceyte and destruccion.
3:48	Whole ryuers of water gushe oute of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
3:49	Myne eyes runne, and cannot ceasse, for there is no rest.
3:50	O Lorde, when wylt thou loke downe from heauen, and consydre?
3:51	Myne eye breaketh my herte: because of all the daughters of my cyte.
3:52	Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely, lyke a byrde, yee, and that without a cause.
3:53	They haue put downe my life into a pytt, & they haue cast stones vpon me.
3:54	They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: nowe am I vndone.
3:55	I called vpon thy name, O Lord, out of the depe pyt.
3:56	Thou hast herde my voyce: and hast not turned awaye thyne eares fro my syghthynge and cryenge.
3:57	Thou hast enclyned thy selfe vnto me, when I called vpon the, and haste sayde: feare not.
3:58	Thou (O Lorde) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my lyfe.
3:59	O Lorde thou hast sene my blasphemers, take thou my cause vpon the.
3:60	Thou hast well consydred howe they go aboute to do me harme, & that all their councels are agaynst me.
3:61	Thou hast heard their despytefull wordes (O Lorde) yee, and all theyr ymaginacyons agaynst me.
3:62	The lyppes of myne enemyes, and theyr deuices that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
3:63	Thou seyst also theyr syttinge downe, and theyr rysinge vp: they make theyr songes of nothynge but of me.
3:64	Rewarde them (O Lorde) accordynge to the worckes of theyr handes,
3:65	Geue them an obstinate herte: euen thy curse.
3:66	Persecute them (O Lorde) with thyne indignacyon, and rote them out from vnder the heauen.


3:1	Aleph. I am a man seynge my pouert in the yerde of his indignacioun.
3:2	Aleph. He droof me, and brouyte in to derknessis, and not in to liyt.
3:3	Aleph. Oneli he turnede in to me, and turnede togidere his hond al dai.
3:4	Beth. He made eld my skyn, and my fleisch; he al to-brak my boonys.
3:5	Beth. He bildid in my cumpas, and he cumpasside me with galle and trauel.
3:6	Beth. He settide me in derk places, as euerlastynge deed men.
3:7	Gymel. He bildide aboute ayens me, that Y go not out; he aggregide my gyues.
3:8	Gymel. But and whanne Y crie and preye, he hath excludid my preier.
3:9	Gymel. He closide togidere my weies with square stoonus; he distriede my pathis.
3:10	Deleth. He is maad a bere settinge aspies to me, a lioun in hid places.
3:11	Deleth. He distriede my pathis, and brak me; he settide me desolat.
3:12	Deleth. He bente his bowe, and settide me as a signe to an arowe.
3:13	He. He sente in my reynes the douytris of his arowe caas.
3:14	He. Y am maad in to scorn to al the puple, the song of hem al dai.
3:15	He. He fillide me with bitternesses; he gretli fillide me with wermod.
3:16	Vau. He brak at noumbre my teeth; he fedde me with aische.
3:17	Vau. And my soule is putte awei; Y haue foryete goodis.
3:18	Vau. And Y seide, Myn ende perischide, and myn hope fro the Lord.
3:19	Zai. Haue thou mynde on my pouert and goyng ouer, and on wermod and galle.
3:20	Zai. Bi mynde Y schal be myndeful; and my soule schal faile in me.
3:21	Zai. Y bithenkynge these thingis in myn herte, schal hope in God.
3:22	Heth. The mercies of the Lord ben manye, for we ben not wastid; for whi hise merciful doyngis failiden not.
3:23	Heth. Y knew in the morewtid; thi feith is miche.
3:24	Heth. My soule seide, The Lord is my part; therfor Y schal abide hym.
3:25	Teth. The Lord is good to hem that hopen in to hym, to a soule sekynge hym.
3:26	Teth. It is good to abide with stilnesse the helthe of God.
3:27	Teth. It is good to a man, whanne he hath bore the yok fro his yongthe.
3:28	Joth. He schal sitte aloone, and he schal be stille; for he reiside hym silf aboue hym silf.
3:29	Joth. He schal sette his mouth in dust, if perauenture hope is.
3:30	Joth. He schal yyue the cheke to a man that smytith hym; he schal be fillid with schenschipis.
3:31	Caph. For the Lord schal not putte awei with outen ende.
3:32	Caph. For if he castide awei, and he schal do merci bi the multitude of hise mercies.
3:33	Caph. For he makide not low of his herte; and castide not awei the sones of men. Lameth.
3:34	That he schulde al to-foule vndur hise feet alle the boundun men of erthe. Lameth.
3:35	That he schulde bowe doun the dom of man, in the siyt of the cheer of the hiyeste.
3:36	Lameth. That he schulde peruerte a man in his dom, the Lord knew not.
3:37	Men. Who is this that seide, that a thing schulde be don, whanne the Lord comaundide not?
3:38	Men. Nether goodis nether yuels schulen go out of the mouth of the hiyeste.
3:39	Men. What grutchide a man lyuynge, a man for hise synnes?
3:40	Nun. Serche we oure weies, and seke we, and turne we ayen to the Lord.
3:41	Nun. Reise we oure hertis with hondis, to the Lord in to heuenes.
3:42	Nun. We han do wickidli, and han terrid thee to wraththe; therfor thou art not able to be preied.
3:43	Sameth. Thou hilidist in stronge veniaunce, and smitidist vs; thou killidist, and sparidist not.
3:44	Sameth. Thou settidist a clowde to thee, that preier passe not.
3:45	Sameth. Thou settidist me, drawing vp bi the roote, and castynge out, in the myddis of puplis.
3:46	Ayn. Alle enemyes openyden her mouth on vs.
3:47	Ayn. Inward drede and snare is maad to vs, profesie and defoulyng.
3:48	Ayn. Myn iyen ledden doun departyngis of watris, for the defoulyng of the douyter of my puple.
3:49	Phe. Myn iye was turmentid, and was not stille; for no reste was.
3:50	Phe. Vntil the Lord bihelde, and siy fro heuenes.
3:51	Phe. Myn iye robbide my soule in alle the douytris of my citee.
3:52	Sade. Myn enemyes token me with out cause, bi huntyng as a brid.
3:53	Sade. My lijf slood in to a lake; and thei puttiden a stoon on me.
3:54	Sade. Watris flowiden ouer myn heed; Y seide, Y perischide.
3:55	Coph. Lord, Y clepide to help thi name, fro the laste lake.
3:56	Coph. Thou herdist my vois; turne thou not awei thin eere fro my sobbyng and cries.
3:57	Coph. Thou neiyidist to me in the dai, wherynne Y clepide thee to help; thou seidist, Drede thou not.
3:58	Res. Lord, ayenbiere of my lijf, thou demydist the cause of my soule.
3:59	Res. Lord, thou siest the wickidnesse
3:60	Res. Thou siest al the woodnesse, alle the thouytis of hem ayenus me.
3:61	Syn. Lord, thou herdist the schenshipis of hem; alle the thouytis of hem ayens me.
3:62	Syn. The lippis of men risynge ayens me, and the thouytis of hem ayens me al dai.
3:63	Syn. Se thou the sittynge and risyng ayen of hem; Y am the salm of hem.
3:64	Thau. Lord, thou schalt yelde while to hem, bi the werkis of her hondis.
3:65	Tau. Thou schalt yyue to hem the scheeld of herte, thi trauel.
3:66	Tau. Lord, thou schalt pursue hem in thi strong veniaunce, and thou schalt defoule hem vndur heuenes.


3:1	I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
3:2	He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
3:3	Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
3:4	My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
3:5	He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
3:6	He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
3:7	He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
3:8	Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
3:9	He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
3:10	He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
3:11	He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3:12	He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
3:13	The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
3:14	I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
3:15	He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
3:16	He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
3:17	He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
3:18	I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
3:19	O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
3:20	Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
3:21	Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
3:22	Namely, that the mercies of the LORDE are not clene gone, & that his louynge kyndnesse ceasseth not.
3:23	His faithfulnes is greate, and renueth it self as the mornynge.
3:24	The LORDE is my porcion (saieth my soule) therfore wil I hope in him.
3:25	O how good is the LORDE vnto the, that put their trust in him, and to the soule that seketh after him?
3:26	O how good is it with stilnesse to wate and tarie, for the health of the LORDE?
3:27	O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon him from his youth vp?
3:28	He sitteth alone, he holdeth him still. and dwelleth quietly by him self.
3:29	He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.
3:30	He offreth his cheke to the smyter, he will be content with reproues.
3:31	For the LORDE wil not forsake for euer.
3:32	But though he do cast of, yet (acordinge to ye multitude of his mercies) he receaueth to grace agayne.
3:33	For he doth not plage, & cast out the children of men from his herte.
3:34	To treade all the presoners of the earth vnder his fete.
3:35	To moue the iudgment of man before the most highest.
3:36	To condemne a man in his cause: The LORDE hath no pleasure in soch thinges.
3:37	What is he then that saieth: there shulde somthinge be done without the LORDES comaundement?
3:38	Out of the mouth of the most highest goeth not euell and good.
3:39	Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
3:40	Let vs loke well vpon oure owne waies, & remembre oure selues, and turne agayne to ye LORDE.
3:41	Let vs lift vp oure hertes with oure hondes vnto the LORDE, that is in heauen.
3:42	We haue bene dyssemblers & haue offended, wilt thou therfore not be intreated?
3:43	Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, & persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without eny fauoure.
3:44	Thou hast hyd thy self in a cloude, that oure prayer shulde not go thorow.
3:45	Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heithen.
3:46	All oure enemies gape vpon vs.
3:47	Feare and snare is come vpon vs, yee despite and destruccion.
3:48	Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
3:49	Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
3:50	O LORDE, when wilt thou loke downe fro heauen, and considre?
3:51	Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the doughters of my cite.
3:52	Myne enemies hunted me out sharpely like a byrde, yee and that with out a cause.
3:53	They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.
3:54	They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.
3:55	I called vpon thy name (O LORDE) out of the depe pitte.
3:56	Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
3:57	Thou hast enclyned yi self vnto me, whe I called vpon the, & haist sayde: feare not.
3:58	Thou (O LORDE) hast mayntened the cause of my soule, and hast redemed my life.
3:59	O LORDE, thou hast sene my blasphemers, take thou my cause vpon the.
3:60	Thou hast well considred how they go aboute to do me harme, & that all their councels are agaynst me.
3:61	Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O LORDE) yee and all their ymaginacions agaynst me.
3:62	The lippes of myne enemies, & their deuyces that they take agaynst me, all the daye longe.
3:63	Thou seist also their sittinge downe and their rysinge vp, they make their songes of nothinge but of me.
3:64	Rewarde them (O LORDE) acordinge to the workes of their hondes.
3:65	Geue them ye thinge, that their owne herte is afrayed of: euen thy curse.
3:66	Persecute them, (O LORDE) with thy indignacion, & rote them out from vnder the heauen.

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