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4 Man is lyke a thynge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye lyke a shadowe.
5 Bowe thy heauens, O Lorde, & come downe, touche the mountaynes, & they shall smoke.
6 Caste forth the lyghtynynge, & teare them, shote out thyne arowes, and consume them.
7 Sende downe thyne hande from aboue, delyuer me, & take me out of the great waters, from the hande of straunge chyldren,
8 Whose mouth talketh of vanyte, & theyr ryght hande is a ryght hande of wyckednes.