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Thou claimest thy labours are to build heaven

Yet thine heaven is populated...by terrors

The waters wear the stones

Thou washest away

The things which grow out of the dust

And thou destroyest

The hope of man

Thy mouth utter thine iniquity

Thou choosest the tongue of the wicked

His flesh upon him shall have pain

His soul shall mourn

Thou turnest thy spirit from god

A dreadful sound is in his ears

The day of darkness is at his hand

The destroyer is upon him

Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation

For he stretcheth out his hand against god

Strengthen himself against the almighty

Therefore thou shalt not be exalted

It rains on the just

And unjust alike

Man dieth, and wasteth away

Shall the earth be forsaken for thee

Behold even to the moon doth not shine

Hell is naked before him

Those that remain of him shall be buried in death

And his widows shall not weep

There the weary be at rest

I hear not the voice of the oppressor

And sorrow hid from mine eyes

When I can find the grave

Our rest together is in the dust

Thou choosest the tongue of the wicked

His flesh upon him shall have pain

His soul shall mourn

As god liveth

Who hath taken away my judgment

The almighty

Hath vexed my soul