If I be wicked That is, an ungodly hypocrite, as my friends esteem me; wo unto me I am truly and extremely miserable; and, if I continue wicked, must be eternally so. And if I be righteous An upright man; yet will I not, or yet can I not, lift up my head Yet I have no comfort, nor hope of any good: so, whether I am good or bad, all comes to one. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction I am confounded within myself, not knowing what to say or do. Let my extremity move thee to pity and help me.

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