Job 6:8
O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
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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?
35O that I had one which woulde heare me: beholde my signe in the whiche the almightie shal aunswere for me, though he that is my contrarie partie hath written a booke against me.
36Yet will I take it vpon my shoulder, & as a garlande binde it about my head.
3O that I might know him, and finde him, and that I might come before his seate:
4I woulde pleade my cause before hym, and fill my mouth with argumentes:
5I woulde knowe what aunswere he woulde geue me, and vnderstande what he woulde say vnto me.
6Will he pleade against me with his great power? No, but he will make me the stronger.
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so shoulde I be deliuered for euer from my iudge.
23O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
2O that my complaynt were truely wayed, and my punishment layde in the balaunces together:
3For nowe it woulde be heauier then the sande of the sea: and this is the cause, that my wordes fayle me.
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.
7The thinges that sometime I might not away withel, are nowe my meate for very sorowe.
9Lorde thou knowest all my desire: and my gronyng is not hyd from thee.
21O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with an other:
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
8But I woulde aske counsell at the Lorde, and talke with God?
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,
2O that I were as I was in the monethes by past, and in the daies when God preserued me:
7Two thinges haue I required of thee, denie me them not before I dye:
6And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
16I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
5But O that God woulde speake, and open his lippes against thee:
36O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he hath aunswered for wicked men:
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
22Let all their wickednesse come before thee, and do thou to them as thou hast done vnto me for all my trespasses: for my sorowe is very great, and my heart is heauy.
6For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
21Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
3And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
5I wishe that my wayes were directed: for to kepe thy statutes.
3Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
8Neuerthelesse, when thou dydst turne thy face, I was troubled: then I cryed vnto thee O God, then made I my humble prayers to thee my Lorde.
1O who wyll geue my head water inough, and a wel of teares for mine eyes, that I may weepe night and day for the slaughter of my people?
22Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
8Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
2Haue mercy on me O God, for I am weake: O God heale me, for my bones be very sore.
3My soule also is greatly troubled: but O God howe long shall I be in this case?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
20My soule faynteth: for the very feruent desire that it hath alwaye vnto thy iudgementes.
6I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.