There, must the wicked cease from their tyranny, there such as are overlaboured be at rest.

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."

He is God, whose wrath no man may withstand: but the proudest of all must stoop under him.

For he that I must give answer unto, and with whom I go to law, is not a man as I am.

Whereas I, notwithstanding, must consume like as a foul carrion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.

While he liveth, his flesh must have travail: And while the soul is in him, he must be in sorrow."

yet the number of my years are come - and I must go the way from whence I shall not turn again.

Froward men are with me, and mine eye must continue in the bitterness of them.

Though I tarry never so much, yet the grave is my house, and I must make my bed in the dark.

Then shall he be fain to be buried among the stones by the brookside. All men must follow him, and there are innumerable gone before him.

I must needs be a liar, though my cause be right, and violently am I plagued whereas I made no fault.'