Job 39:16
So harde is she vnto her young ones as though they were not hers, and laboureth in vaine without any feare.
So harde is she vnto her young ones as though they were not hers, and laboureth in vaine without any feare.
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14For she leaueth her egges in the earth, and heateth them in the dust.
15She remembreth not that they might be troden with feete, or broken with some wilde beaste.
17And that because God hath taken wysdome from her, & hath not geuen her vnderstanding.
18When her time is that she fleeth vp on hie, she careth neither for the horse nor the ryder.
56Yea, and the woman that is so tender and delicate, that she dare not aduenture to set the sole of her foote vpon the grounde, for softnesse and tendernesse, shalbe greeued to loke on her husbande that lieth in her bosome, & on her sonne, and on her daughter,
57And on her afterbyrth that is come out from betweene her feete, and her chyldren whiche she shall beare: For when all thinges lacke, she shall eate them secretly, duryng the siege & straitnesse wherewith thyne enemies shall besiege thee in thy cities.
28He abydeth in stony rockes, and dwelleth vpon the hye toppes of moutaines:
29From whence he seeketh his praye, and loketh farre about with his eyes.
30His young ones also sucke vp blood: and where any dead body lyeth, there is he.
3The dragons geue their young ones sucke with bare brestes: but the daughter of my people is cruel, like the Estriches in the wildernesse.
4The tongues of the sucking chyldren cleaue to the roofe of their mouthes for very thyrst: the young chyldren aske bread, but there is no man that geueth it them.
1Knowest thou the time whe the wylde goates bring foorth their young among the stonye rockes? or layest thou wayte when the hindes vse to calue?
2Canst thou number the monethes that they go with young? or knowest thou the time when they bring foorth?
3They lye downe, they calue their young ones, and they are deliuered of their trauaile and paine:
4Yet their young ones grow vp, and waxe fatte through good feeding with corne: They go foorth, and returne not againe vnto them.
3Lest I strip her naked, and set her euen as she came into the worlde, and make her as a wyldernesse, and as a drye lande, and slay her for thyrste.
4And I wyll haue no pitie vpon her chyldren: for they be the children of fornication.
2And say: wherfore lay thy mother that lionesse among the lions? she norished her young ones among the lions whelpes.
3One of her whelpes she brought vp, and it be came a lion, it learned to catche the pray and to deuour folke.
18For among all the sonnes whom he hath begotten, there is not one that may holde it vp, and not one to leade it by the hande of all the sonnes that he hath norished.
19Both these thinges are happened vnto thee, but who is sory for it? yea destruction, wastyng, hunger, and sworde, but who wyll comfort thee?
15Will a woman forget her owne infant, and not pitie the sonne of her owne wombe? And though they do forget, yet wyll I not forget thee.
10Sacking, resacking, rasing, a dissolued heart and collision of knees, sorow in all loynes also, and the faces of them all as blacke as a pot.
11Where is the abiding place of lions, and the feding plot of lions whelpes become, whyther the young and olde lion had their resort? there dwelt the lion, & there was no man to put him in feare.
9She that hath borne seuen children, hath none, her heart is full of sorowe: the sunne doth fayle her in the cleare day, she is confounded and faintie for very heauinesse: As for those that remayne, I wyll deliuer them vnto the sworde before their enemies, saith the Lorde.
12And though they bryng vp children, yet I wyll destroy them before they be men: Yea wo shall come to them when I depart from them.
5Nowe when she sawe that she had wayted and her hope was lost, she toke another of her whelpes and made a lion of hym.
13Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him as vpon a woman that trauayleth: an vndiscrete sonne is he, els woulde he not stande styll at the tyme of birth of children.
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
5The hynde also forsoke the young fawne that he brought foorth in the fielde, because there was no grasse.
16The graue, the barren wombe, and the earth that hath neuer water enough: as for fire it sayth neuer hoe.
17Who so laugheth his father to scorne, and setteth his mothers commaundement at naught, the rauens of the valley picke out his eyes, and deuoured be he of the young Egles.
10Their bullocke gendreth and that not out of time, their cowe calueth and is not vnfruitfull.
21He hath oppressed the barren that can not beare, and vnto the wydow hath he done no good.
14O Lorde geue them: what shalt thou geue them? Geue them an vnfruitfull wombe, and drye breastes.
6Perchaunce thou wylt ponder the path of her lyfe: so vnstedfast are her wayes that thou canst not know them.
11She was full of loude wordes and redye to dallie, whose feete coulde not abide in the house:
20And she rose at midnight and toke my sonne from my syde while thyne handmayde slept, and layde it in her bosome, and put her dead childe in my bosome.
20If his loynes haue not blessed me, because he was warmed with the fleece of my sheepe:
5They that were full, haue hyred out them selues for bread, and they that were hungry, ceasse, tyll the barren hath borne seuen, and she that had many children, is waxed feeble.
44Beholde, all they that vse common prouerbes, shall vse this prouerbe also against thee, saying: Such a mother, such a daughter.
10Notwithstanding she passed away, she went into captiuitie, her children also were dashed in peeces in the top of all the streetes: for her horrible men they cast lottes, and all her great states they chayned in fetters.
10The women (whiche of nature are pitifull) haue sodden their owne chyldren with their hands, that they might be their meate in the miserable destruction of the daughter of my people.
18Chasten thy sonne whyle there is hope: and let not thy soule spare for his crying.
3For of the children that are borne in this place, of their mothers that haue borne them, and of their fathers that haue begotten them in this lande, thus saith the Lorde.
17She girdeth her loynes with strength, and fortifieth her armes.
17Forsaketh the husbande of her youth, & forgetteth the couenaunt of her God.
27She loketh well to the wayes of her housholde: and eateth not her bread with idlenesse.
12Your mothers shalbe sore confounded, and they that bare you shall come to shame, she shalbe the least set by among the nations, voyde, wasted, & dryed vp.
6Therefore beholde, I wyll stop thy way with thornes, and make a hedge, that she shall not finde her pathes.