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

Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must
Disappointment all I endeavour end? 

 Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,
How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost
Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust
Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,
Sir, life upon thy cause.
 See, banks and brakes
Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again
With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes
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.

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