Job 30:15
Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
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16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
12 Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
15 My strength is gone for very sorow and misery, with fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens.
16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
17 They come rounde aboute me daylie like water, and compase me together on euery syde.
20 Destruccion taketh holde vpo him as a water floude, & ye tepest stealeth him awaye in the night season.
21 A vehement wynde carieth him hence, & departeth: a storme plucketh him out of his place.
22 In tymes past thou didest set me vp an hye, as it were aboue ye winde, but now hast thou geue me a very sore fall.
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.
4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
25 My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
26 They are passed awaye, as the shippes that be good vnder sale, and as the Aegle that haisteth to the pray.
12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.
15 Persecute them euen so with thy tempest, & make them afrayed with thy storme.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
5 For the sorowes of death copased me, and the brokes of Belial made me afrayed.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
15 This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.
16 For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
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.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
11 Fearfulnesse shal make him afrayed on euery syde, that he shall not knowe, where to get out.
27 euen whe ye thinge that ye be afrayed of, falleth in sodenly like a storme, and yor misery like a tempest: yee wha trouble and heuynesse cometh vpon you.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
23 My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
15 And when the wynde passed ouer by me, the hayres of my flesh stode vp.
15 For I haue herde the blasphemy of the multitude: euery man abhorreth me: they haue gathered a councel together agaynst me, and are purposed to take awaye my life.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
19 O how sodenly do they consume, perish, & come to a fearfull ende?
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
10 Therfore art thou compased aboute with snares on euery syde, & sodely vexed wt feare.