Job 30:25
Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
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12For I deliuered the poore when he cryed, and the fatherlesse, and hym that had none to helpe hym.
13The blessing of him that was redy to perishe came vpon me, and I caused the widowes heart to reioyce.
24Notwithstanding, thou wilt not stretch out thyne hand against him that is in the graue: shal men crie out against him that is in destruction?
16I was a father to the poore: and when I knewe not the cause, I sought it out diligently.
26Yet neuerthelesse, where as I loked for good, euyll came vnto me: & where I wayted for light, there came darkenesse.
16If I denied the poore of their desire, or haue caused the eyes of the wydow to wayte in vayne:
28Insomuch that they haue caused the voyce of the poore to come vnto him, and now he heareth the complaint of such as are in trouble.
19If I haue seene any perishe for want of clothing, or any poore for lake of rayment:
14I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
15But in mine aduersitie they reioysed and gathered them together: yea, the very abiectes came together against me, yer I wyst they rented me a peeces and ceassed not.
22Deliuer me, for truely I am afflicted: and I am poore, and my heart is wounded within me.
16Turne thy face vnto me, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and in miserie.
12Haue ye no regarde all ye that go foreby, beholde & see yf there be any sorowe lyke vnto mine, wherwith the Lorde hath troubled me in the day of his fearefull wrath.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
28I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
1To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. Blessed is he that considereth ye poore: God wyll delyuer hym in the tyme of trouble.
16Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
20Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.
16Because that he remembred not to do good: but he persecuted the afflicted and poore man, and hym whose heart was broken with sorow, that he might take his life from hym.
16Yea, when he helped the oppressed and poore to their right, then prospered he well: From whence came this, but onlye because he knewe me, saith the Lorde?
1So I turned me, and considered all the violent wrong that is done vnder the sunne: and beholde the teares of such as were oppressed, and there was no man to comfort them, or that woulde deliuer and defende them from the violence of their oppressours.
12For he wyll delyuer the poore when he cryeth: and the afflicted and hym that hath no helper.
13He wyll haue compassion vpon the poore and needy: and he wyll preserue the soules of the poore.
13Who so stoppeth his eares at the crying of the poore, he shall crye hym selfe and not be hearde.
21If I haue lift vp mine hand against the fatherlesse, when I sawe that I might helpe him in the gate:
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.
9Will God heare his crye, when trouble commeth vpon him?
7If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
15The poore shall he deliuer out of his affliction, and rounde them in the eare when they be in trouble.
25For I shall feede the hungry soule, and refreshe all faynt heartes.
4When I loked vpon my ryght hande and sawe rounde about me there was no man that woulde knowe me: I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
20Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
38But if case be that my lande crye against me, or that the forowes thereof make any complaynt:
20When I crie vnto thee, thou doest not heare me: and though I stande before thee, yet thou regardest me not.
4Therfore sayde I, Let me alone, and I wyll make lamentation: Ye shall not be able to comfort me because of the destruction of the daughter of my people.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
9Open thy mouth, defende the thyng that is lawfull and ryght, and the cause of the poore and helpelesse.
24For he hath not dispised nor abhorred the affliction of the poore: he hath not hyd his face from hym, but he hearde hym when he cryed vnto hym.
20My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
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.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
29Haue I euer reioyced at the hurt of myne enemie? or was I euer glad that any harme happened vnto him? Oh, no.
7The righteous considereth the cause of the poore: but the vngodly regardeth no vnderstandyng.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
31My harpe is turned to mourning, and my organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
25Haue I reioyced because my power was great, and because my hande gat so much?