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?
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1Iob aunswered, and saide:
3Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
2When wyll ye make an ende of your wordes? Marke well, and then we wyll speake.
3Wherfore are we counted as beastes, and reputed so vyle in your sight?
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
17He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
1And Iob proceeded and went foorth in his parable, saying,
2As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
19Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
1Iob aunswered, & saide:
2I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you.
3Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere?
4I 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:
5I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes.
6For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
2Howe long wilt thou talke of such thinges? howe long shall the wordes of thy mouth be as a mightie wind?
2Howe 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?
11Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
14He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
22Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
1Iob aunswered, & said:
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
1My 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.
2I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
13That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
16He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
5My wordes dayly put me to sorow: all that they do imagine, is to do me euill.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
26Do ye imagine to reproue wordes, that the talke of the afflicted shoulde be as the winde?
5But if ye wyll aduaunce your selues against me, and rebuke me for the shame that is come vpon me:
4All such as be workers of iniquitie: they babble, they prate shoutly, they make boastes of them selues.
5They oppresse thy people O God: and they afflict thine heritage.
18Shall 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?
2And Iob aunswered, and sayde:
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me.
2O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
1Iob aunswered, and saide:
2O heare diligently my wordes, and that shalbe in steede of your consolations,
5Then wyll he speake vnto them in his wrath: and he wyll astonie them with feare in his sore displeasure.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
12I 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.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
15What 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.
3Howe 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.