yea, and that none other man's eye shall see me anymore.

nor turneth again into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

Am I a sea, or a whalefish, that thou keepest me so in prison?

Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speak in the trouble of my spirit; in that bitterness of my mind will I talk.

When I think, 'My bed shall comfort me; I shall have some refreshing by talking to myself upon my couch,'

Why dost thou not forgive my sin? Wherefore takest thou not away my wickedness? Behold, now must I sleep in the dust: And if thou seekest me tomorrow in the morning, I shall be gone."

then troublest thou me with dreams - and makest me so afraid through visions

I can see no remedy. I shall live no more. O spare me then, for my days are but vain.

that my soul wisheth rather to be strangled, and my bones to be dead.

"What is man, that thou dost magnify him? And that thou settest thy heart upon him?

I have offended; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? Why hast thou made me to stand in thy way, and am so heavy a burden unto myself?

Why goest thou not from me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I swallow down my spittle?

"O remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall no more see the pleasures thereof;

my days pass over more speedily than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Even so have I laboured whole months long - but in vain - and many a careful night have I told.

Thou visitest him early, and every day: and suddenly doest thou try him.

When I laid me down to sleep, I said, 'O when shall I rise?' Again, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full of sorrow, till it be dark.

For like as a bond servant desireth the shadow, and as a hireling would fain have an end of his work:

My flesh is clothed with worms, filthiness and dust; my skin is withered, and crumpled together;

Is not the life of man upon earth a very battle? Are not his days like the days of a hired servant?

For if thou fasten thine eyes upon me, I come to naught like as a cloud is consumed and vanisheth away. Even so, he that goeth down to hell, cometh no more up,