Then did I say, That surely this is mine infirmity: I'll mind the years of the right hand of him that is most High.
For from thine eyes cut off I am, I in my haste had said; My voice yet heard'st thou, when to thee with cries my moan I made.
The days of old to mind I call'd, and oft did think upon The times and ages that are past full many years agone.
So rude was I, and ignorant, and in thy sight a beast.
I said, when I was in my haste, that all men liars be.