Job 16:7
But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
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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.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
2 I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
3 Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5 He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
6 He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
11 God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked.
12 I 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.
13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
6 He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
13 He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
12 Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13 I 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.
16 For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
21 They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
11 My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
16 Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
2 How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
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.
7 Mine eye is almost put out through griefe: and worne out through all mine enemies.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
1 My 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.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
3 For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
8 Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
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,
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.