Job 10:20
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,
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,
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21 Afore I go thyther from whence I shall not turne againe, euen to the lande of darknesse and shadowe of death:
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19 And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
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.
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
22 Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe.
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.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
27 If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
13 O 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.
14 May a dead man lyue againe? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I wayte still, till my chaunging shall come.
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.
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
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.
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.
20 I 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?
21 Why 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.
17 Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
20 Neuerthelesse, graunt me two thinges, and then wyll I not hide my selfe from thee:
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?
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
5 Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
24 But I say, O my God take me not away in the middest of myne age: as for thy yeres, they endure throughout all generations.
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.
3 And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
4 O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
18 Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
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.
10 Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
7 There the righteous might dispute with him, so shoulde I be deliuered for euer from my iudge.
2 O that I were as I was in the monethes by past, and in the daies when God preserued 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.