Matthew(i)
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and manye a carefull nyght haue I tolde.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shall I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full of sorowe, tyll it be darcke.
5 My fleshe is clothed wyth wormes, fylthynesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedelye, then a weeuer can weeue out his webbe: and are gone, or I am a warre.
7 O remembre, that my lyfe is but a wynde, and that myne eye shall nomore se the pleasures