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22 In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall. 23 Sure I am that thou wilt bryng me vnto death, euen to the lodging that is due vnto all men liuing. 24 Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction? 25 Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore? 26 Yet neuerthelesse, where as I loked for good, euyll came vnto me: & where I wayted for light, there came darkenesse. 27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me. 28 I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them. 29 But nowe I am a brother of dragons, and a felowe of Estriches. 30 My skinne vpon me is turned to blacke, and my bones are brent with heate. 31 My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe. Job 30:22-31, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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