Job 13:14
Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
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15Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.
13Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
20Neuerthelesse, graunt me two thinges, and then wyll I not hide my selfe from thee:
21Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde.
22Then call, and I wyll aunswere: or let me speake, and geue me then an aunswere.
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?
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.
20My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
21Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
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,
22Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
23For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.
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.
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.
14May a dead man lyue againe? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I wayte still, till my chaunging shall come.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
34Let hym take his rodde away from me, yea let hym make me no more afrayde of him,
35And then shall I aunswere hym without any feare: but because I am not so, I holde me still.
26And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:
27Whom I my selfe shall see, and myne eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my raines are consumed within me.
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?
5God forbyd that I should graunt your cause to be right: As for me, vntill myne end come will I neuer go fro myne innocentie.
6My righteous dealing kepe I fast, which I will not forsake: my heart shal not reproue me of my dayes.
13That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
24Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
3Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
3And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
15What 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.
9He sayde vnto me agayne: I pray thee come vpon me, and slea me: For anguyshe is come vpon me, because my life is yet whole in me.
5Let it take holde of my strength, and it shalbe at one with me, euen at one shall it be with me.
5But lay thyne hande nowe vpon hym, and touch once his bone and his fleshe, and he shall curse thee to thy face.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so shoulde I be deliuered for euer from my iudge.
13I thought I woulde haue lyued vntyll the morowe, but he brused my bones lyke a lion: and in one day thou wylt make an ende of me.
40For I wyll lift vp myne hande to heauen, and wyll say: I lyue euer.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
4For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
12I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
15I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
2As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
3Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
14Howe much lesse shall I aunswere him? or howe shoulde I finde out my wordes with him?
25For he hath stretched out his hande against God, and armed him selfe against the almightie.