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9 Thou hast not shut me vp in to the hande of the enemye, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O Lorde, for I am in trouble, & myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule & my body.
11 For my lyfe is waxen olde with heuynesse, & my yeares with mournynge.