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Página 139 - When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, Thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment : every man therefore is but vanity.
Página 88 - If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: If I say, "I am perfect," it shall also prove me perverse.
Página 175 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, 0 ye, my friends! for the hand of God hath touched me.
Página 146 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions : So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than my life.
Página 140 - Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted. "The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
Página 203 - For my days are consumed away like smoke, and my bones are burnt up as it were a firebrand. 4 My heart is smitten down, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my bread.
Página 203 - Because of thine indignation and thy wrath : for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
Página 175 - Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death, A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Página 118 - Let. 22.) must be the Style of those who write in the height of a present distress; the mind tortured by the pangs of uncertainty (the Events then hidden in the womb of Fate); than the dry, narrative, unanimated Style of a person relating difficulties and dangers surmounted, can be; the relater perfectly at ease; and if himself unmoved by his own Story, not likely greatly to affect the Reader.