Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
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13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
11I spake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde the Lorde I say in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde.
5My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
6My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:
8Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.
11My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
23he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
10My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
20My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my cordes are broken, my chyldren are gone fro me, & can no where be founde: Nowe haue I none to spreade out my tent, nor to set vp my hanginges.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
9He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
18For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
15I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.
16Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
4O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
5Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
28And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
8Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.
40I was in suche case, that by day the heate consumed me, and the frost by nyght, and my slepe departed from mine eyes.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
19But I am as a meeke lambe, an oxe that is caryed away to be slayne, not knowing that they had deuised suche a counsell against me saying, We wyll destroy his meate with wood, and driue him out of the lande of the liuing, that his name shall neuer be thought vpon.
16I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
6I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
23I passe away like a vading shadowe: and I am dryuen from place to place lyke the grashopper.
53They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
9O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
22His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
3For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.