Job 6:3
For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
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1But Iob aunswered, and sayde:
2O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
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.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
25For the thing that I feared is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afrayde of is happened vnto me,
7The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
8O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
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.
11For what powre haue I to endure? And what is myne end, that my soule might be patient?
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
23O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
20Shall it be tolde him what I saye? Shall man speake when he shalbe destroyed?
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
6For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
6Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
16He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.
4For my manyfolde wickednes is gone ouer my head: and like a sore burthen is to heauie for me to beare.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
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.
12Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
23For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
3Thou haddest cast me downe into the deepe, into the middest of the sea, and the floods compassed me about: all thy billowes and waues passed ouer me.
36Yet will I take it vpon my shoulder, & as a garlande binde it about my head.
6My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
53They haue put downe my life into a pit, and they haue cast stones vpon me.
54They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.
18For I am full of matter, and the spirite within me compelleth me.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fire into my bones, and it burneth them cruelly: he hath layde a net for my feete, and throwen me wyde open, he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournyng.
9The measure of it is longer then the earth, and broder then the sea.
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
10For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6I am weerie of my groning: I washe my bed euery nyght, and I water my coutche with my teares.
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,
12For innumerable troubles are come about me, my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me that I am not able to loke vp: yea they are mo in number then the heeres of my head, & my heart hath fayled me.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
11Shouldest thou then see no darknesse? shoulde not the water fludde run ouer thee?