Habakkuk 1:3
Why doest thou shew me iniquitie, and cause me to beholde sorowe? for spoyling and violence are before me, & there are that rayse vp stryfe and contention,
Why doest thou shew me iniquitie, and cause me to beholde sorowe? for spoyling and violence are before me, & there are that rayse vp stryfe and contention,
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4 Therfore the law is dissolued, & iudgement doth neuer go foorth: for the wicked doth compasse about the righteous, therfore wrong iudgement proceedeth.
13 Thou art of pure eyes, and canst not see euyl, thou canst not behold wickednesse: wherfore then doest thou loke vpo the transgressours, and holdest thy tongue, when the wicked deuoureth the man that is more righteous then he?
2 O Lorde, howe long shall I crye, and thou wilt not heare? euen crye out vnto thee for violence, and thou wilt not helpe?
1 O Lorde thou art more righteous, then that I shoulde dispute with thee: neuerthelesse, let me talke with thee in thynges reasonable. Howe happeneth it that the way of the vngodly is so prosperous? and that it goeth so well with them which without any shame offend and liue in wickednesse,
3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
3 Thinkest thou it welldone to oppresse me? to cast me of beyng the workes of thy handes? and to mayntayne the counsell of the vngodly?
20 Therfore I wyll beseche thee nowe (O Lorde of hoastes) thou righteous iudge, thou that tryest the raynes and the heartes, let me see thee auenged of them: for vnto thee haue I committed my cause.
59 O Lorde, thou hast seene my wrong, take thou my cause vpon thee.
24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
7 If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
12 And nowe O Lorde of hoastes that triest the righteous, which knowest the raynes and the very heartes, let me see them punished: for vnto thee I haue declared my cause.
3 Is not destruction to the wicked? and straunge punishement to the workers of iniquitie?
1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
3 Doth God paruert the thing that is lawfull? or doth the almightie destroy the thing that is right?
5 Is not thy wickednesse great, and thy vngratious deedes innumerable?
12 Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.
6 That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
29 Should I not punishe these thinges saith the Lorde? should not I be auenged of all suche people as these be?
20 Shall the seate of wickednesse haue any thyng to do with thee: which seate maketh wrong to be enacted for a law?
3 My misdeedes haue preuayled against me: oh be thou mercifull vnto our wicked transgressions.
3 Deliuer me from the voyce of the enemie, and from the present affliction of the wicked: for they are minded to do me mischiefe, and are set malitiously against me.
20 Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
22 Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
3 Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
1 Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
17 Neuerthelesse, as for thyne eyes and thyne heart they loke vpon couetousnesse, to shed innocent blood, to do wrong and violence.
2 Let iudgement come foorth for me from thy face: and let thine eyes loke vpon equitie.
17 Thou bringest freshe witnesse against me, and thy wrath increasest thou vpon me: diuers and many are the plagues that I am in.
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
2 Howe long wyll ye geue wrong iudgement: and accept the persons of the vngodly? Selah.
29 Wherfore then wyll ye go to lawe with me? seeyng ye all are sinners agaynst me, saith the Lorde.
28 But ye saide, why is he persecuted? and there was a deepe matter in me.
17 Ye haue weeryed the Lord with your wordes, and you haue sayde, Wherein haue we weeried him? Whylest you say, Euery one that doth euil, is good in the sight of the Lorde, and he is pleased in them: or where is the God of iudgement?
3 Take me not away with the vngodlye, and with the workers of iniquitie: whiche speake of peace to their neighbours, but mischiefe is in their heartes.
9 I will beare the wrath of the Lord, for I haue offended hym till he sit in iudgement vpon my cause, and see that I haue right: then will he bring me foorth to the light, and I shall see his righteousnesse.
12 For I knowe your manyfolde transgressions, and your mightie sinnes: they afflict the iust, they take rewardes, and they oppresse the poore in the gate.
15 Yea the trueth is taken away, and he that refraineth hym selfe from euyll, must be spoyled: When the Lorde sawe this, it displeased hym sore that there was no equitie.
8 Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? or wylt thou condempne me, that thou mayst be righteous?
14 Surely thou hast seene this for thou beholdest labour and spite: that thou mayest take the matter into thy hands, he that is weake leaueth it for thee, for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
17 I am wroth with hym for his couetousnesse, I smite hym, I hide me and am angrie, and he turneth himselfe, and foloweth thee by the way of his owne heart.
1 And I saide, heare I pray you O heads of Iacob, & ye princes of the house of Israel, shoulde not ye know iudgement?
16 Moreouer, I sawe vnder the sunne vngodlynes in the steade of iudgement, & iniquitie in steade of righteousnesse.
15 What meane ye that ye bray as in a morter my people, and grinde the faces of the poore? saith the Lorde God of hoastes.
1 A psalme of Dauid when he fled from the face of Absalom his sonne. O God howe are myne enemies increased? many do ryse vp against me.
9 Then sayde he vnto me, The wickednesse of the house of Israel and Iuda is exceedyng great: so that the lande is full of blood, & the citie full of reuoltyng from God for they say, The Lorde hath forsaken the earth, and the Lorde seeth it not.
18 Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
2 Froward men are with me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.
3 If thou O God wylt marke what is done amisse: O Lorde who can abide it?
3 O God howe long shall the vngodly: howe long shall the vngodly triumph?