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As the vessels of a potter

Shall they be broken to shivers

Thou art wretched, and miserable

I spew thee out of my mouth

The morning star doth not rise

The blackened sky shall haunt the mountain

Far from the eternal light

Lo, the people shall dwell alone

The arrows of the Almighty are within me

The poison whereof drinketh of my soul

The terrors of God do set themselves against me

My skin is broken, and become loathsome

Let the stars of the twilight be dark

Let it look for light, but have none

Nor let it see the dawn of the day

Because thy way is perverse

Thou renewest thy witnesses against me

Increase indignation upon me

Changes and war are against me

The earth is given to the hand of the wicked

I will speak in the anguish of my spirit

Hearken my words at the precipice of death

For he breaketh me with a tempest

And multiplieth my wounds without cause

Lo, let that night be solitary

Let them curse it curse the day

Let the stars of the twilight be dark

Let it look for light, but have none

Nor let it see the dawn of the day

Because thy way is perverse