Job 6:13
Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
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9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
10 The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or, is my flesh made of brasse?
14 like as yf one withdrewe a good dede from his frende, and forsoke the feare of God?
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.
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:
6 Wil he pleate agaynst me with his greate power & strength, or wyll he leane him self vtterly vpon me?
2 O how helpest thou the weake? what comforte geuest thou vnto him that hath no stregth?
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
7 Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
2 The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
20 From whece then commeth wy?dome? & where is the place of vnderstondinge?
11 O go not fro me the, for trouble is harde at honde, and here is none to helpe me.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
23 To delyuer me me from the enemies honde, or to saue me from the powers off the mightie?
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
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.
19 Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde?
12 How commeth a man then by wy?dome? Where is the place that men fynde vnderstondinge?
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
13 Yee with God is wy?dome and strength, it is he that hath councell & foreknowlege.
13 lest ye shulde prayse youre selues, to haue founde out wy?dome: because it is God that hath cast him out, & no man.
3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
6 But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
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.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
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.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
6 Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
19 Hath God ordened then, that the glorious life off the & all soch mightie men shulde not be put downe?