The X. Chapter.
NEuerthelesse, now will I put forth [ A] my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule, and will
Biblia the Byble, that is, the holy Scrypture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully translated in to Englyshe.
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saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner. Thinkest thou it well do∣ne, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a wor¦ke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the coun¦cell of the vngodly? Hast thou fleszshy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh? Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yea∣res as mans yeares? that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne? where as (notwithstondinge) thou knowest that I am no wicked person, & that there is no man able to delyuer me out of thine honde.* 1.1 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodēly? O remem∣bre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt bryn∣ge me to earth agayne.
[ B] Hast thou not milked me as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese? Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes. Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
Though thou hydest these thinges in thi¦ne hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest thē all. Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence? Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfo∣re: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.
[ C] Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynes∣se) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure. Thou bringest fresh witnesses a∣gaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in. Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe?* 1.2 O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me. Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had ne∣uer bene.
Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease my self a litle: afore I go thy∣ther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & sha∣dowe of death: yee in to that darck clowdy londe & deadly shadowe, where as is no or∣dre, but terrible feare as in the darcknesse.
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