Job 17:11
My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
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12 chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
10 As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse ma amonge you.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
21 afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
7 O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
25 My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
3 For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
20 My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken. My children are gone fro me, ad can no where be founde. Now haue I none to sprede out my tente, or to set vp my hanginges.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
20 So I turned me to refrayne my mynde from all soch trauayle, as I toke vnder the Sonne:
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
5 Then remembred I the tymes of olde, & the yeares that were past.
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
2 The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
4 Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
16 Then thought I to vnderstonde this, but it was to harde for me.
15 The croked can not be mayde straight, & the fautes ca not be nobred.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16 Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.