Job 32:18
For I am full of matter, and the spirite within me compelleth me.
For I am full of matter, and the spirite within me compelleth me.
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19 Beholde, my belly is as the wine, whiche hath no vent, lyke the newe bottels that bruste.
20 Therfore will I speake, that I may haue a bent: I will open my lippes, and make aunswere.
17 Then aunswered I in my turne, and I shewed myne opinion.
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.
12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
3 For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
4 For 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.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
9 Wherefore I thought from hencefoorth not to speake of hym, nor to preache any more in his name: but the worde of the Lorde was a very burning fire in my heart and in my bones, whiche when I woulde haue stopped, I might not.
6 I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
8 I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
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?
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
3 My heart doth order my wordes aright, and my lippes talke of pure wysedome.
4 The spirite of God hath made me, and the breath of the almightie hath geuen me my lyfe.
3 My heart was hotte within me, and whyle I was thus musyng the fire kyndled: and at the last I spake with my tongue.
19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
3 Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
2 For the same cause do my thoughtes compell me to aunswere, and therefore, make haste.
3 I haue sufficiently heard the checking of my reproofe, therefore the spirite of myne vnderstanding causeth me to aunswere.
3 Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
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.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
17 Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
13 Beholde, I am pressed vnder you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaues.
3 For whyle I helde my tongue: my bones consumed away through my dayly roaring.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
1 My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
8 Yet notwithstanding, I am full of power by the spirite of the Lorde, and of iudgement, and of strength, to declare vnto Iacob his transgression, and to Israel his sinne.
18 For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.
14 I am as it were into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels.
11 And therefore I am so full of thyne indignation O Lorde, that I may suffer no lenger, but shed it out vpon the chyldren that are without, and vpon all young men: yea the man must be taken prisoner with the wife, and the aged with the creeple.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
14 I haue long holden my peace saith the Lorde I haue ben styll and refrained my selfe, but now I wyll crie like a trauayling woman, and at once wyll I destroy and deuour.
1 To the chiefe musition (on the instrument) Sosannim (to be song of the) children of Corach. A song of loue, geuyng wise instructions. My heart is endityng of a good matter: I wyll dedicate my workes vnto the king, my tongue is as the penne of a redy writer.
3 Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere?
13 Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
20 Consider (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.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
10 Then 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.
10 Therefore I say, heare me, and I wil shewe you also myne vnderstanding.
25 For I shall feede the hungry soule, and refreshe all faynt heartes.
2 For thyne arrowes sticke fast in me: and thy hande presseth me sore.