Job 14:1
Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
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2 He commeth vp, and is cut downe like a floure: He fleeth as it were a shadow, and neuer continueth in one state.
3 Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?
6 Neither commeth sorowe out of the ground:
7 But man is borne vnto labour, like as the sparkes flee vp out of the hot coles,
14 What is man, that he should be cleane? and he which is borne of a woman, whereby he might be righteous?
3 O God, what is man that thou doest knowe hym? what is the sonne of man that thou doest thynke of hym?
4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
18 Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
14 For oft tymes they perishe with his great miserie and trouble: and yf he haue a chylde, it getteth nothyng.
15 Lyke as he came naked out of his mothers wombe, so goeth he thyther agayne, and caryeth nothyng away with him of all his labour.
16 This is a miserable plague, that he shall go euen as he came away: What helpeth it him then that he hath laboured in the wynde?
15 The dayes of man are as the dayes of an hearbe: he florisheth as a flowre in the fielde.
3 Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.
10 But as for man, when he is dead, perished, and consumed away, what becommeth of him?
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
6 Howe much more then man that is but corruption, and the sonne of man which is but a worme?
4 But how may a man compared vnto God, be iustified? or how can he be cleane that is borne of a woman?
1 Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt?
5 The dayes of man surely are determined, the number of his monethes are knowen onely vnto thee, thou hast appoynted him his bondes which he can not go beyonde.
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.
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,
3 If a man beget a hundred children, and lyue many yeres, so that his dayes are many in number, and yet can not enioy his good, neither be buryed: as for him I say, that vntymely birth is better then he.
4 For he commeth to naught, & spendeth his tyme in darknesse, and his name is forgotten.
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.
9 (For we are but of yesterday, and consider not that our dayes vpon earth are but a shadowe.)
5 Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?
5 Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were an hand breadth long, & mine age is euen as nothing before thee: truely euery man is al together vanitie. Selah.
6 Truely man walketh in a vayne shadowe, truely he and all his do disquiet them selues in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, & can not tel who shal vse them.
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
13 Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him as vpon a woman that trauayleth: an vndiscrete sonne is he, els woulde he not stande styll at the tyme of birth of children.
14 And yet can not ye tel what shall happen on the morowe. For what thyng is your lyfe? It is euen a vapour, that appeareth for a litle tyme, and then he vanisheth away.
21 And sayde: Naked came I out of my mothers wombe, & naked shall I turne thyther againe: The Lorde gaue & the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lorde.
4 Knowest thou not this of olde, and since God plaged man vpon earth,
11 Many thinges there be that encrease vanitie, and what hath a man els?
15 All fleshe shall come to naught at once, and all men shall turne againe vnto dust.
1 I am the man that thorowe the rodde of his wrath haue experience of miserie.
10 The dayes of our yeres be in all threescore yeres and tenne, and yf through strength of nature men come to foure score yeres: yet is their iolitie but labour and care, yea moreouer it passeth in haste from vs, and we flee from it.
14 Cursed be the day wherein I was borne, vnhappy be the day wherein my mother brought me foorth.
21 A woman, when she trauayleth, hath sorowe, because her houre is come: but assoone as she is deliuered of the childe, she remembreth no more the anguishe, for ioy that a man is borne into ye world.
10 Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11 Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
8 If a man lyue many yeres, and be glad in them all, let hym remember the dayes of darknesse whiche shalbe manye, and that foloweth: Al thinges shalbe but vanitie.
22 But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
16 Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
23 But heauinesse, sorowe, and disquietnesse all the dayes of his life? Insomuch that his heart can not rest in the nyght: This is also a vayne thyng.
17 What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him?
24 For all fleshe is as grasse, and all the glorie of man, is as the flowre of grasse. The grasse withereth, and the flowre falleth away:
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.