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19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe tyll I maye swalow downe my spetle?
20 I haue offended, and what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou made me to stande in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto my self?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wyckednes? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust, and yf thou sekest me to morow in the mornyng, I shalbe gone.