TSK · Job 7:6

For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?

Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.

Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe.

My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,

Thou makest them to flowe away, they are a sleepe: they be in the morning as an hearbe that groweth.

The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.

The vngodly is cast away for his iniquitie: but the ryghteous hath a good hope, euen in death.

I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.

Kepe thy foote from nakednesse, and thy throte from thirst, and thou thinkest in thy selfe: tushe, I wil take no sorowe, for I haue loued the straungers, and them wyll I folowe.

For the sunne hath rysen with heate, and the grasse hath withered, and his flowre hath fallen away, & the beautie of the fashion of it hath perished: So also shall the ryche man fade away in his wayes.

Wherfore girde vp the loynes of your mynde, be sober, and trust perfectly on the grace that is brought vnto you, by the reuelation of Iesus Christe: