Job 14:22
But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
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18 And kepe his soule from the graue, and his life from the sworde.
19 He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
20 So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
22 His soule draweth vnto the graue, and his lyfe to death.
21 And whether his children come to worship or no, he can not tell: And if they be men of lowe degree, he knoweth not.
25 Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
17 All the dayes of his lyfe also he dyd eate in the darke, with great carefulnesse, sicknesse, and sorowe.
11 Yea, that thou mourne not at the last, when thou hast spent thy bodye and lustie youth, and then say:
10 His children shalbe faine to agree with the poore, and his handes shall restore their goodes.
11 From his youth his bones are full of pleasures, but now shall it lye downe within him in the earth.
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.
20 The vngodly soroweth all the dayes of his lyfe as it were a woman with childe, and the number of a tirauntes yeres is vnknowen.
21 A feareful sounde is euer in his eares, and when he is in peace, the destroyer shall come vpon him.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
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.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
22 In his necke ther remaineth strength, and nothing is to labourous for him.
24 Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction?
20 Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
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.
24 Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
32 Yet shall he be brought to his graue, and dwell among the heape of the dead.
12 Men out of the citie crye vnto the Lord with sighing, the soules of the slayne also crye out, yet God regardeth not their complaynt.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
4 My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
15 His remnaunt shalbe buried in death, and his widowes shall not weepe.
14 Beholde, my seruauntes shall reioyce for very quietnesse of heart: but ye shal crye for sorowe of heart, and complaine for vexation of minde.
20 Because he could not perceaue when his belly was well, through his greedie desire he shall not escape.
12 Hunger shalbe his strength, and destruction shalbe redye at his side.
13 It shall eate the strength of his owne skinne, euen the first borne of death shall eate his strength.
13 The heart is sorowfull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heauinesse.
28 He sitteth alone, he holdeth hym styll, because he hath taken the Lordes yoke vpon hym.
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
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.
19 But he shal folowe the generations of his fathers: and shall neuer see lyght.
14 The bread that he did eate, is turned to the poyson of serpentes within his bodye.
18 They shall driue him from the light into darkenesse, and chaste him cleane out of the worlde.
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.
20 Their owne miserie shal they see with their eyes, and drinke of the fearefull wrath of the almightie.
21 For what careth he for his house after his death, when the number of his monethes is cut short?
19 Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
17 He that is mercifull, doth hym selfe a benefite: but who so hurteth his neyghbour, is a tiraunt.
14 For oft tymes they perishe with his great miserie and trouble: and yf he haue a chylde, it getteth nothyng.
6 Mourne therfore O thou sonne of man, yea euen with the breakyng of thy loynes, mourne bitterly in their presence.
29 And if ye take this also away from me, and destruction come vnto him, ye shall bryng my gray head with sorowe vnto the graue.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.