human
Why doost withdraw thy hand abacke and hide it in thy lappe? O pluck it out and bee not slacke to give thy foes a rap.
gpt
Rap
human
Confounde them that apply and seeke to make my shame And at my harme doe laugh & crye So So there goeth the game.
gpt
O God breake thou thier teeth at once within thier mouthes throughout; The tuskes that in thier great jawbones like Lions whelpes hang out.
human
The earth did quake, the raine pourde down Heard men great claps of thunder And Mount Sinai shooke in such state As it would cleeve in sunder.
gpt
The belly-gods and flattering traine that all good things deride At me doe grin with greate disdaine and pluck thier mouths aside. Lord when wilt thou amend this geare why dost thou stay & pause? O rid my soul, my onely deare, out of these Lions clawes.
human
Tush I an sure to fail;
gpt
Tush God forgetteth this.
human
And with a blast doth puff against such as would him correct Tush Tush saith he I have no dread.
gpt
Though gripes of grief and pangs full sore shall lodge with us all night.
human
For why their hearts were nothing lent to Him nor to His trade.
gpt
Our soul in God hath joy and game.
human
They are so fed that even for fat thier eyes oft-times out start.
gpt
They grin they mow they nod thier heads.
human
Divide them Lord & from them pul thier devilish double-tongue.
gpt
My silly soul uptake.
human
And rained down Manna for them to eat a food of mickle-wonder.
gpt
For joy I have both gaped & breathed.