Job 3:13
Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,
Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,
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14Lyke as the kinges and lordes of the earth, which haue buylded them selues speciall places,
15Or as the princes that haue had golde, and their houses full of siluer:
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
17There must the wicked ceasse from their tyrannie, and there such as laboured valiauntly be at rest:
18There the prisoners rest together, they heare no more the voyce of the oppressour:
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
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.
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
2Nay I haue restrayned my soule, and kept it lowe like a chylde that is weaned from his mother: yea my soule is within me as a weaned chylde.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
21Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
2I became dumbe through scilence, I helde my peace from speakyng of good wordes: but the more was my sorowe increased.
5I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
3Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
26When I hearde this, I came agayne to my selfe, I sawe like as I had ben waked out of a sweete sleepe.
13In the thoughtes and visions of the night when sleepe commeth on men,
3For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
15If I shoulde say that I woulde iudge after this sort: lo then I shoulde condempne the generation of thy children.
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.
24If thou sleepest, thou shalt not be afraide: but shalt take thy rest, and sleepe sweetely.
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
7And therfore the whole worlde is nowe at rest and quietnesse, and men sing for ioy.
3O that I might know him, and finde him, and that I might come before his seate:
3Saying I wyll not enter into the tabernacle of my house: nor get vp into my bed.
13Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
14Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
33Yea sleepe on styll I say a litle, slumber a litle, folde thy handes together yet a litle:
5Woulde God ye kept your tongue, for then might ye be taken for wise men.
3Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God.
15In dreames and visions of the night, when slumbring commeth vpon men that they fall asleepe in their beddes,
28He sitteth alone, he holdeth hym styll, because he hath taken the Lordes yoke vpon hym.
40I was in suche case, that by day the heate consumed me, and the frost by nyght, and my slepe departed from mine eyes.
13I 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.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
8I wyll lay me downe in peace and take my rest: for thou God only makest me to dwell in safetie.
6And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
18And my people shall dwell in the innes of peace, and in sure dwellynges, in safe places of comfort.
17If God had not ben an ayde vnto me: it had not fayled much but my soule had dwelled in silence.
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.
33Haue I kept secrete my sinne, and hyd myne iniquitie, as Adam dyd?
3Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
27If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe: