Job 23:16
For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
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14He perfourmeth the thing that is appoynted for me, and many such thinges doth he.
15This is the cause that I shrinke at his presence, so that when I consider him, I am afrayde of hym.
23For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
4My heart panted, fearefulnesse came vpon me: the nyght of my voluptuousnesse hath he turned agaynst me into feare.
4My heart trembleth within me: and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
5Fearefulnes and trembling are come vpon me: and an horrible dread hath ouerwhelmed me.
1At this also my heart is astonied, and moued out of his place.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
14Feare came vpon me & dread, which made all my bones to shake.
15The winde passed by before my presence, and made the heeres of my fleshe to stande vp.
6For when I consider my selfe I am afrayde, and my fleshe is smitten with feare.
25For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me,
26Was I not happy? Had I not quietnesse? Was I not in rest? And nowe commeth such miserie vpon me.
24Trouble and anguishe wil make him afrayde, and compasse him about, as is a king in the middest of an armie.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
4For the arrowes of the almightie are vpon me, the poyson therof hath drunke vp my spirite, and the terrible feares of God are set against me.
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
11God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked.
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.
14Then fearest thou me with dreames, & makest me so afrayde through visions,
34Let hym take his rodde away from me, yea let hym make me no more afrayde of him,
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
15Feare is turned vpon me, and they pursue my soule as the wind, and my health passeth away as a cloude.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
2As God lyueth whiche hath taken away my iudgement, and the almightie that hath vexed my minde:
3I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah.
4Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake.
21Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde.
9O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
10Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
6Will he pleade against me with his great power? No, but he will make me the stronger.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
21Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
28Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
16When I hearde, my belly trembled, my lippes shoke at the voice, rottennesse entred into my bones, & I trembled in my selfe, that I might rest in the day of trouble: for when he commeth vp vnto the people, he shall destroy them.
7Beholde, my terrour shall not feare thee, neither shall my hande be heauy vpon thee.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
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.
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.
23he afflicted my strength in the way, he shortened my dayes.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
8He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
17The sorowes of myne heart are encreased: O bryng thou me out of my distresse.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.