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956 supreme stuard of Gods Church, Christs Vicar in earth, for satisfaction of others which haue neede, and are in the communion of Saints, and performe the conditions appointed. And so this high stuard may in due manner by his authoritie, giue limited, or plenarie pardons to penitents, of the paines which otherwise they should suffer in this life, or in purgatorie, for their sinnes first remitted. Other Bishops can also giue or dispence so much as the Supreme Bishop allotteth to their power: al to edification and necessitie of Gods seruants, as dispencers, not dissipatours of so holie a treasure.

CHAP. VII.

HE life of man vpon earth is a warfare, and his daies, as the daies of an hyred man. As a seruant desireth the shadow, and as the hired man taryeth for the end of his worke: so I also haue had vayne months, & haue numbred to my self laborious nights. If I sleep, I shal say: When shal I arise? & agayne I shal expect the euening, & shal be replenished with sorowes euen vntil darkenes. My flesh is clothed with rottenesse & filth of dust, my skinne is withered, & drawen together. My daies haue passed more swiftly, then the web is cut of the weauer, and are consumed without anie hope. Remember that my life is a winde, and myne eie shal not returne to see good things. Neither shal the sight of man behold me: thine eies vpon me, and I shal not stand. As a clowde is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shal descend to hel shal not ascend. Neither shal he returne anie more into his house, neither shal his place know him anie more. Wherfore I also wil not spare my mouth, I wil speake in the tribulation of my spirit: I wil talke with the bitternesse of my soule. Why, am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast compassed me with a prison? If I say: My litle bed shal comfort me, and I shal be relieued speaking with myself in my couch: Thou wilt terrifie me by dreames, and by visions shake me with horrour. For the which thing my soule hath chosen hanging, and my bones death. I haue despayred. I shal now liue yo longer: Spare me, for my daies are nothing. What is man that thou magnifiest him? or why settest thou thy hart toward him? Thou doest visite him early, and sodainly thou prouest him: How long doest thou not spare me, nor suffer me that I swallow my spitle? I haue sinned, what shal I doe to thee, o keeper of men? why hast thou sette me contrarie to thee, and I am become burdenous to my self? Why doest thou not take away my Rh