Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The .vij. Chapter.
¶ Iob sheweth that thys lyfe is but a bataylle or
warfarre.
A Hath man &club; any certayn tyme vp&obar;
earthe? noteAre not hys dayes also
lyke þe; dayes of an hyred serua&ubar;t?
For lyke as a bonde seruaunt desyreth
the shadowe, and as an
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hyrelynge wolde fayne haue an ende of hys
worcke. Eu&ebar; so haue I laboured whole monethes
longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull
night haue I tolde. noteWhen I laye me
downe to slepe, I saye: O when shall I rise?
Agayne, I longed sore for the nyght. And in
the meane tyme am I full of sorowes vntyll
the twylyght.
B My flesh is clothed with
wormes and dust of the earth: my skynne is
withered, and become horryble, note my dayes
passe ouer more spedely, then a weeuer can
weeue out his webbe: and are gone or I am
aware. O remembre, that my lyfe is but a
mynde, and that myne eye shall nomore se
pleasures therof, yee, ∧ that none other mens
eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten
thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught. The
cloude is consumed and vanysshed awaye,
euen so he that goeth downe to the graue,
&rhand; shall come nomore vp, ner turne agayne
into hys house nether shall hys place knowe
hym eny more.
C Therfore, I will not spare my mouth, but
wyll speake in the trouble of my sprete, and
muse in the bytternesse of my mynde. Am I
a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in
preson? When I saye: my bedd shall comforte
me. I shall haue some refresshynge by
talcking to my selfe vp&obar; my couche. noteThen
troublest thou me with dreames, &abar;d makest
me so afrayed thorow visions, that my soule
wissheth rather to perish and dye, then my
bones to remayne.
D I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore:
O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne.
What is man, that thou hast hym in soch
reputacyon, ∧ settest somoch by hym? Thou
visytest hym early, and euery daye, sodenly
doest thou note trye hym.
Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me
alone, &rhand; so longe tyll I maye swalow downe
my spetle? I haue offended, and what
shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of m&ebar;?
Why hast þu; made me to stande in thy waye,
and am so heuy a burden vnto my self? Why
doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore
takest thou not awaye my wyckednes?
Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust, &abar;d yf
thou sekest me to morow in the mornyng, I
shalbe gone.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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