Verse 15

I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.

Referenced Verses

• Job 6:4 : 4 For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
• Job 7:11-16 : 11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde. 12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison? 13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch: 14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, & makest me so afrayde through visions, 15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne. 16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
• Job 17:1 : 1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
• Job 17:11-16 : 11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away, 12 Chaunging the night into day, and the light approching into darkenesse. 13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke. 14 I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister. 15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for? 16 These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.
• Ps 22:14-15 : 14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels. 15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
• Ps 73:14 : 14 All the day long I haue ben scourged: and chastened euery mornyng.
• Isa 53:3 : 3 He is dispised and abhorred of men, he is such a man as hath good experience of sorowes and infirmities: We haue reckened hym so vile, that we hyd our faces from hym.
• Isa 53:10 : 10 Yet hath it pleased the Lord to smite hym with infirmitie, that when he had made his soule an offeryng for sinne, he might see long lastyng seede: and this deuice of the Lorde shall prosper in his hande.
• Zech 13:7 : 7 Aryse O thou sworde vpon my shephearde, and vpon the man that is my felow, saith the lord of hoastes: smite the shepheard, & the sheepe shalbe scattred abroade: and so wyll I turne my hande to the litle ones.
• Luke 22:44 : 44 And he was in an agonie, and he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was lyke droppes of blood, tricklyng downe to the grounde.