Thou Art Indeed Just Lord If I Contend

Justus quidem tu es,

Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te:

Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c.

Thou art indeed just,

Lord, if I

With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.

Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why

Disappointment all I endeavour end?  Wert thou my enemy,

O thou my friend,

How wouldst thou worse,

I wonder, than thou

Defeat, thwart me?

Oh, the sots and thralls of

Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,

Sir, life upon thy cause.

See, banks and

Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are

With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind

Them; birds build — but not I build; no, but strain,

Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.

Mine,

O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.