All these things we experience are common and ordinary. They last only a day. And really, they are pretty base and dirty. They were the same in the days of those we have buried. They are the same now. Nothing has changed.
All those things, for matter of experience are usual and ordinary; for their continuance but for a day; and for their matter, most base and filthy. As they were in the days of those whom we have buried, so are they now also, and no otherwise.
This day I came out of all my trouble. No — I cast out all my trouble. That's more accurate. Whatever was troubling you wasn't somewhere outside that you needed to escape from. It was inside, in your own thoughts. That's where it has to be thrown out before you can truly be at peace.
This day I did come out of all my trouble. Nay I have cast out all my trouble; it should rather be for that which troubled thee, whatsoever it was, was not without anywhere that thou shouldest come out of it, but within in thine own opinions, from whence it must be cast out, before thou canst truly and constantly be at ease.