Job 16:18
O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome.
O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome.
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15I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
17Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane.
19For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is in the height.
10And he sayde: What hast thou done? the voyce of thy brothers blood cryeth vnto me out of the grounde.
11And nowe art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receaue thy brothers blood from thy hande.
8Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
9Saying what profite is there in my blood when I go downe to the pit? shal the dust geue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?
12Heare my prayer O God, and geue eares to my crying, holde not thy peace at my teares: for I am a strauger with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers were.
56Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying.
1A prayer of the afflicted when he was ouerwhelmed, and when he did powre out his petition before the face of God. Heare my prayer O God: and let my crying come in vnto thee.
7If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
7For her blood is yet in it, vpon a hygh drye stone hath she powred it: and not vpon the grounde, that it myght be couered with dust.
8That it might cause wrath to arise, and take vengeaunce: I haue set her blood vpon a high drye rocke, that it shoulde not be couered.
38But if case be that my lande crye against me, or that the forowes thereof make any complaynt:
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.
10And they cryed with a loude voyce, saying: Howe long taryest thou Lorde, holy and true, to iudge and to auenge our blood on the that dwell on ye earth?
17He that by violence shedeth any mans blood, shalbe a runnagate vnto his graue, and no man shalbe able to succour hym.
9O gather not my soule with sinners: nor my life with bloodie men.
1Vnto thee I crye O God my strength, make not as though thou were deafe at me: lest if thou holdest thy peace, I become like them that go downe into the graue.
21For beholde, the Lorde is comming out of his place, to visite the wickednesse of suche as dwell vpon earth: the earth also shall disclose her bloods, and shall no more hide them that are slayne in her.
24Iudge me according to thy righteousnesse O God my Lorde: and let them not triumph ouer me.
1To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth of Dauid. Heare my crying O Lorde: geue eare vnto my prayer.
22Let the noyse be hearde out of their houses when thou bryngest the murtherer sodaynly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and layde snares for my feete.
23Yet 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.
2let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.
12The Lorde be iudge betweene thee and me, & the Lorde auenge me of thee: but myne hande be not vpon thee.
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:
14Deliuer me from blood O Lorde, the Lorde of my saluation: and my tongue shall sing with a ioyfull noyse of thy iustice.
17Let me not be confounded O God, for I haue called vpon thee: let the vngodlye be put to confusion, and be put to scilence in the graue.
15Let not the water fludde drowne me, neither let the deepe swalowe me vp: & let not the pyt shut her mouth vpon me.
12For he maketh inquisition of blood: he remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaynt of the poore.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
21Why 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.
2O my God I crye all the day tyme, and in the night season, and I ceasse not: but thou hearest not.
20When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
3For 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.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. Holde not thy tongue: O thou the Lorde of my prayse.
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me: yea, let hym put me to death, and lay myne honour in the dust. Selah.
10That innocent blood be not shed in thy lande, which the Lord thy God geueth thee to inherite, and so blood come vpon thee.
1A prayer of Dauid. Heare thou O God of iustice, be attentiue vnto my complaynt: geue eare vnto my prayer, not proceeding out of fayned lyppes.
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
1To the chiefe musition vpon Neginoth, a wise instruction of Dauid. O Lorde geue eare vnto my prayer: and hide not thy selfe from my petition.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
6But in this my distresse I dyd call vppon God, and I made my complaynt vnto my Lorde: he hearde my voyce out of his temple, and my crye came before his face, euen vnto his eares.
20Now therefore let not my blood fall to the earth before the face of the Lorde: For the king of Israel is come out to seeke a flea, as when one doth hunt a partridge in the mountaynes.
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
24Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction?
8Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.