Verse 23

but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?

Referenced Verses

  • Job 14:1 : 1 Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
  • Job 5:7 : 7 but it is man, that is borne vnto mysery, like as the byrde for to fle.
  • Job 7:13-14 : 13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche: 14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions,
  • Ps 127:2 : 2 Excepte the LORDE kepe the cite, the watchman waketh but in vayne.
  • Eccl 1:18 : 18 for where moch wy?dome is, there is also greate trauayle & disquietnes: & ye more knowlege a man hath, the more is his care.
  • Eccl 5:12 : 12 A labouringe man slepeth swetely, whether it be litle or moch that he eateth: but the abundaunce of the riche wil not suffre him to slepe.
  • Dan 6:18 : 18 So the kynge wente in to his palace, and kepte him sober all night, so that there was no table spred before him, nether coude he take eny slepe.
  • Acts 14:22 : 22 strengthinge the soules of ye disciples, and exortinge the to cotynue in the faith: and that we thorow moch tribulacion must entre in to the kyngdome of God.
  • Gen 47:9 : 9 Iacob sayde: The tyme of my pylgremage is an hudreth and thirtie yeares: litle and euell is the tyme of my pilgremage, and attayneth not vnto the tyme of my fathers in their pylgremages.
  • Esth 6:1 : 1 The same night coulde not the kynge slepe, and he commaunded to brynge ye Chronicles and storyes: which wha they were red before ye kinge,
  • Ps 6:6-7 : 6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares. 7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
  • Ps 32:4 : 4 And because thy hande was so heuy vpon me both daye and night, my moysture was like the drouth in Sommer. Sela.
  • Ps 77:2-4 : 2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte. 3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake. 4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
  • Ps 90:7-9 : 7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion. 8 Thou settest oure mi?dedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the light of thy countenaunce. 9 For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde. 10 The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
  • Ps 90:15 : 15 Comforte vs agayne, now after the tyme that thou hast plaged vs, and for the yeares wherin we haue suffred aduersite.