TSK · Job 13:15

My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God.

Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane.

For I am sure that my redeemer saueth, and he shall rayse vp at the latter day them that lye in the dust.

But as for my way, he knoweth it, and tryeth me, that as the gold I may come foorth.

Dyd not the men of myne owne housholde say, Who shall let vs to haue our belly full of his fleshe?

Beholde, I am vyle, what shall I aunswere thee, therefore I wyll laye my hande vpon my mouth.

Yea though I walke through the valley of the shadowe of death, I wyll feare no euyll: for thou art with me, thy rodde and thy staffe be the thynges that do comfort me.

For I am sure, that neither death, neither lyfe, neither angels, nor rule, neither power, neither thynges present, neither thynges to come,