Job 13:24
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie?
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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:
21 Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde.
22 Then call, and I wyll aunswere: or let me speake, and geue me then an aunswere.
23 How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences.
14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?
24 wherfore hydest thou thy face, and forgettest our miserie and tribulation?
1 To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?
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?
2 For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
1 Why standest thou so farre of O God? why hidest thee in the tyme of trouble?
25 Wylt thou breake a leafe driuen to and fro, and wilt thou pursue the drye stubble?
26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth.
10 But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.
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 It was as a sworde in my bones, when myne enemies dyd cast me in the teeth: in saying dayly vnto me, where is nowe thy Lorde?
6 That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?
12 Truely he was not mine enemie that hath done me this dishonour, for then I coulde haue borne it: neither was he one that seemed to hate me that dyd magnifie hym selfe against me, for then I woulde haue hyd my selfe from him.
9 Turne thy face from my sinnes: and wype out all my misdeedes.
4 Lest myne enemie say, I haue preuayled agaynst hym: lest they that trouble me reioyce yf I shoulde be remoued.
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.
3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
12 Why doth thyne heart so bewitche thee? And wherefore winckest thou with thyne eyes,
13 That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
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.
17 And hyde not thy face from thy seruaunt, for I am in trouble: O haste thee and heare me.
14 If I dyd sinne, thou haddest an eye vnto me, and shalt not pronounce me innocent from myne offence.
46 O God howe long wylt thou hyde thy selfe? for euer? shall thy wrath burne lyke fire?
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
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.
8 My heart hath sayde vnto thee according to this thy commaundement seeke ye my face: thy face O God wyll I seeke.
9 O hide not thou thy face from me, nor cast thy seruaunt away in a displeasure: thou hast ben my succour, leaue me not, neither forsake me O Lorde of my saluation.
3 Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
19 Consider myne enemies, for they do multiplie: and they beare a tirannous hate against me.
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.
17 Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
23 Yet Lorde thou knowest all their counsayle, that they haue deuised to slay me, forgeue not their wickednesse, and let not their sinnes be put out of thy sight, but let them be iudged before thee as giltie: this do thou vnto them in the tyme of thine indignation.
7 Therfore myne enemie shalbe founde as the vngodly, and he that taketh part against me, as the vnrighteous.
10 O Lorde shall the aduersarie do this dishonour continually? shall the enemie blaspheme thy name for euer?
16 For now thou numbrest all my goinges, and geuest no delay vnto my sinne.
3 Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
2 Hyde not thy face from me in the day of my distresse: encline thine eare vnto me, heare me spedyly in the day that I call.
14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
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,
1 To the chiefe musition of the mornyng hinde, a psalme of Dauid. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so farre from my health, and from the wordes of my complaynt?