Job 17:11
My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
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12 Chaunging the night into day, and the light approching into darkenesse.
13 Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
10 As for al you, turne you and get you hence I pray you seeing I can not finde one wyse man among you.
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,
21 Afore I go thyther from whence I shall not turne againe, euen to the lande of darknesse and shadowe of death:
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:
10 I thought I shoulde haue gone to the gates of hell when myne age was shortened, and haue wanted the residue of my yeres.
11 I spake within my selfe, I wyll neuer visite the Lorde the Lorde I say in this lyfe: I wyll neuer see man among the dwellers of the worlde.
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.
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.
10 My heart panteth, my strength hath fayled me: and the lyght of myne eyes is gone from me.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
25 My dayes are more swyft then a runner, they are gone & haue seene no good thing.
11 My dayes fade away lyke a shadowe: and I am wythered lyke grasse.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
23 he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
7 Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
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.
12 I became cleane forgotten as a dead man out of minde: I became like a broken vessell.
3 For my dayes are consumed away like smoke: and my bones are burnt vp as though they were a firebrande.
13 Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
20 My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my cordes are broken, my chyldren are gone fro me, & can no where be founde: Nowe haue I none to spreade out my tent, nor to set vp my hanginges.
47 Remember what I am, howe short my tyme is of lyfe: wherfore hast thou created in vayne all the sonnes of men?
20 So I turned me to refrayne my mynde from all such trauayle as I toke vnder the sunne,
4 O God make me to knowe mine ende, and the number of my dayes: that I may be certified howe long I haue to lyue.
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.
11 For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
22 Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe.
8 He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
5 I dyd thynke vpon the dayes past: and on the yeres of the olde worlde.
4 Man is lyke a thyng of naught: his dayes be lyke a shadowe that passeth away.
2 For wherto might the strength of their handes haue serued me? for the time was but lost among them.
17 Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
4 Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
16 Therfore I considered howe I might vnderstande this: but it was to paynefull in myne eyes.
15 The croked can not be made straight, nor the imperfection of thynges can be numbred.
15 Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
16 Wheras I neuerthelesse obediently folowed thee as a sheephearde, & haue not vncalled taken this office vpon me, this knowest thou well: my wordes also were ryght before thee.