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  • 1. Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
  • 2. As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,
  • 3. So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
  • 4. If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
  • 5. My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
  • 6. My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
  • 7. Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
  • 8. The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
  • 9. As the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more.
  • 10. He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
  • 11. Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
  • 12. Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
  • 13. When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
  • 14. Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
  • 15. Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
  • 16. I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
  • 17. What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
  • 18. And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment?
  • 19. Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
  • 20. I haue sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
  • 21. And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.