Job 10:18
Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
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19And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
21Afore I go thyther from whence I shall not turne againe, euen to the lande of darknesse and shadowe of death:
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
3Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne, vnhappy be the day wherein my mother brought me foorth.
10Hast thou not powred me as it were milke, & turned me to cruddes like cheese?
8Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
9O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10Then 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.
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
17Thou bringest freshe witnesse against me, and thy wrath increasest thou vpon me: diuers and many are the plagues that I am in.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
16I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shapen a like in our mothers bodies?
10I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
11I spake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde the Lorde I say in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde.
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
15Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
8Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.
3Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
11Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
12Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
20I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
21Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
14O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
29If I be wicked, why then labour I in vayne?
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
14Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
1My 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.
2I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
47Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
5No eye pitied thee to do any of these thinges for thee, for to haue compassion vpon thee: but thou wast vtterly cast out vpon the fielde in contempt of thy person in the day of thy byrth.
3And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
10O mother, alas that thou euer didst beare me, a brawler and rebuker of the whole lande: though I neuer lent nor receaued vpon vsurie, yet all men speake euyll vpon me.