A   My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened. I am harde at deathes dore. I haue disceyued no man, yet must myne eye continue in heuynesse. O deliuer me, and set me by the: who shall them be able to thruste my handes together? Thou haste withholden their hertes fr&obar; vnderstandyng, therfore shall they not be sett vp on hye. He promyseth hys frendes parte of hys good, but his owne chyldren spende it. B   He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people. I am hys gestynge stocke amonge th&ebar;. My co&ubar;tenaunce is heuy for very anger ∧ the membres of my body are become lyke a shadowe. Vertuous men therfore shall wel consydre this, ∧ the innocent shall take parte agaynst the ypocrite.

C   The ryghteous wyll kepe his waye, ∧ he that hath cleane handes, wyll euer be str&obar;ger ∧ stronger. As for you, turne you, ∧ get you hence, for I can not se one wyse man am&obar;ge you. My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanyshed awaye, whych haue vexed myne herte, chaunginge the nyght in to daye, and þe; light into darcknes. D   Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, ∧ I must make my bed in the darcke. I call corrupci&obar; my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster. What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who wyll fulfyll the thynge, that I loke for? All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pyt, and lye with me in the duste.

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