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O how good is it with stilnesse to wate and tarie, for the health of the LORDE?

O how good is it for a man, to take the yock vpon him from his youth vp?

For the LORDE wil not forsake for euer.

For he doth not plage, & cast out the children of men from his herte.

Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.

Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.

The tonges of the suckinge children, cleue to ye rofe of their mouthes for very thurst. The yonge children axe bred, but there is noman, that geueth it them.

They that be slayne with the swearde, are happier, then soch as dye of honger, and perishe awaye famishinge for the frutes of the felde.

Which neuertheles is come to passe for ye synnes of hir prophetes, and for the wickednes of hir prestes, that haue shed innocentes bloude within her.

The countenaunce of the LORDE hath banyshed them, & shal neuer loke more vpon them: For they them selues nether regarded the prestes, nor pitied their elders.

Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,

They laye so sharpe waite for vs, that we can not go safe vpon the stretes: for oure ende is come, oure dayes are fulfilled, oure ende is here.

Oure persecuters are swifter then the Aegles of the ayre: they folowed vpon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layed wait for vs in ye wildernesse.

And thou (O doughter Edom) that dwellest in the londe of Hus, be glad and reioyce: for the cuppe shal come vnto the also, which whe thou suppest of, thou shalt be droncke.

Thy synne is wel punished (O thou doughter Sion) he shall not suffre the to be caried awaye eny more. But thy wickednesse (O doughter Edom) shall he vyset, and for thy synnes sake, he shal lede the into captiuyte.

We are fayne to drynke oure owne water for moneye, and oure owne wod must we bye with moneye.

Oure skynne is as it had bene brent in an ouen, for very sore honger.

But thou (O LORDE) that remaynest for euermore, and thy seate worlde with out ende:

for thou hast now banished vs longe ynough, and bene sore displeased at vs.

Whyther so euer the sprete wente, thither wente they also, & ye wheles were lift vp & folowed the. for ye sprete of life was in the wheles.