Job 19:2
How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
1 Iob aunswered, and saide:
3 Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
2 When wyll ye make an ende of your wordes? Marke well, and then we wyll speake.
3 Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
17 He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
1 And Iob proceeded and went foorth in his parable, saying,
2 As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
1 Iob aunswered, & saide:
2 I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you.
3 Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere?
4 I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you:
5 I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7 But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
2 Howe long wilt thou talke of such thinges? howe long shall the wordes of thy mouth be as a mightie wind?
2 Howe long shall I seke counsayle in my soule, and be so vexed in mine heart euery day? howe long shall myne enemie triumph ouer 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.
14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
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.
4 Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
1 Iob aunswered, & said:
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
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.
2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
13 That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
5 My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
26 Do ye imagine to reproue wordes, that the talke of the afflicted shoulde be as the winde?
5 But if ye wyll aduaunce your selues against me, and rebuke me for the shame that is come vpon me:
4 All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
5 They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage.
18 Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
2 And Iob aunswered, and sayde:
9 His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
2 O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
1 Iob aunswered, and saide:
2 O heare diligently my wordes, and that shalbe in steede of your consolations,
5 Then wyll he speake vnto them in his wrath: and he wyll astonie them with feare in his sore displeasure.
19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
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.
10 Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
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.
3 Howe long wyll ye imagine mischiefe against euery man? ye shalbe slayne all the sort of you: ye shalbe as a tottering wall, and like a broken hedge.