TSK · Proverbs 13:12

And Israel sayde vnto Ioseph, Now let me die, since I haue seene thy face, and that thou art yet aliue.

And the king said vnto me, Why is thy coutenance sad, seeing thou art not sicke? this is nothing, but sorow of heart. Then was I sore afrayd,

Hee brought mee also out of the horrible pit, out of the myrie clay, and set my feete vpon the rocke, and ordered my goings.

I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.

Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.

The fruite of the righteous is as a tree of life, and he that winneth soules, is wise.

I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

And ye nowe therefore are in sorowe: but I will see you againe, & your hearts shal reioyce, and your ioy shall no man take from you.