Job 10:1
My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.
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11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
15 What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
27 If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
28 Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.
2 I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
9 O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10 Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
13 Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
15 Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
2 As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer me?
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
3 And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
2 How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
2 Take heede vnto me, and heare me: I can not choose but mourne in my prayer, and make a noyse.
20 Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
6 I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
9 I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
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 I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
11 Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.