Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord

Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum properatur? etc.

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, leaved how thick! laced 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.