Job 6:7
The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
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20 So that his lyfe may away with no bread, and his soule abhorreth to eate any dayntie meate:
21 In so much that his body is cleane consumed away, and his bones appeare which before were not seene.
6 That which is vnsauerie, shall it be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the whyte of an egge?
18 Their soule abhorreth all maner of meate: and they be euen harde at deathes doore.
8 O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
9 O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
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.
7 He that is full, abhorreth an honye combe: but vnto hym that is hungrye, euery sowre thing is sweete.
14 Then sayde I, Oh Lorde God: beholde, my soule was yet neuer stayned, for fro my youth vp vnto this houre, I did neuer eate of a dead carkase, or of that whiche was slayne of wylde beastes, neither came there euer any vncleane fleshe in my mouth.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.
9 For I haue eaten asshes as it were bread, and mingled my drynke with weepyng,
4 My heart is smitten downe and wythered lyke grasse: because I did forget to eate my bread.
5 Through the noyse of my gronyng: my bones wyll scase cleaue to my fleshe.
15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
31 Dyd not the men of myne owne housholde say, Who shall let vs to haue our belly full of his fleshe?
30 whether there be any vnrighteousnes in my tongue, or vayne wordes in my mouth.
11 All her people seeke their bread with heauinesse, and loke what precious thyng euery man hath, that geueth he for meate to saue his lyfe: Consider O Lorde, and see howe vile I am become.
25 Another dyeth in the bitternes of his soule, and neuer eateth with pleasure.
16 Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed through in the night season, and my sinewes take no rest.
19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me.
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.
24 My knees are weake through fasting: my fleshe is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.
1 Wo is me, I am become as one that goeth a gleanyng in the haruest: there are no mo grapes to eate, yet would I faine with al my hearte haue of the best fruite.
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.
3 My teares haue ben my meate day and nyght: whyle they dayly say vnto me where is nowe thy God.
18 I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
24 For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
27 My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
6 The same soule that hath touched any suche, shalbe vncleane vntyll euen, and shall not eate of the holy thynges, vntyll he haue washed his fleshe with water.
4 And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
21 Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
9 Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
10 For my life is wasted with sorow, and mine eares with mourning: my strength fayleth me because of mine iniquitie, and my bones are putrified.
15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust.
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.
3 My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
22 But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
6 Wherefore I geue myne owne selfe the blame, and take repentaunce in the dust and asshes.
15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
7 For my loynes are filled with heate: and there is no whole part in my body.
6 But now our soule is dryed away: for we can see nothing els, saue Manna.
8 Three shepheardes I put out of office in one moneth, for I might not away with them: neither had they any delight in me.
19 I called for my louers, but they beguiled me, for my priestes and counsaylers, but they perished, euen whyle they sought for meate to saue their lyues.
13 From 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.