Job 6:9
O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
O that God would begin and smite me, that he would let his hand go and take me cleane away:
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8O that I might haue my desire, and that God woulde graunt me the thing that I long for:
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?
22Then let myne arme fall fro my shoulder, and myne arme holes be broken from the bone.
23For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punishment of God, and knewe very well that I was not able to beare his burthen.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
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,
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.
13Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse.
14Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes?
15Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight.
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.
6Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
3And nowe O Lorde, take I beseche thee my lyfe from me: for it is better for me to dye, then to lyue.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
23O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
15If thou deale thus with me, kyll me I pray thee, if I haue founde fauour in thy sight, yt I see not my wretchednesse.
12I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe.
34Let hym take his rodde away from me, yea let hym make me no more afrayde of him,
10He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
31Yet shalt thou dippe me in the myre, and mine owne clothes shal defile me.
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.
21Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
3O that I might know him, and finde him, and that I might come before his seate:
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
23To deliuer me from the enemies hand, or to saue me from the hande of the tyrauntes?
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
8Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?
8Then shall I sowe, and an other eate: yea my posteritie shalbe cleane rooted out.
22This is one poynt, and therefore I sayd, He destroyeth both the perfect and vngodly.
29Haue I euer reioyced at the hurt of myne enemie? or was I euer glad that any harme happened vnto him? Oh, no.
8Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? or wylt thou condempne me, that thou mayst be righteous?
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.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
21Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde.
5But O that God woulde speake, and open his lippes against thee:
12Myne age is folden together & taken away from me lyke a sheepheardes cotage, I haue hewen of my lyfe by my sinnes, lyke as a weauer cutteth of his webbe: He wyll with pinyng sicknesse make an ende of me, yea he wyll make an ende of me in one day.
13O God let it be thy pleasure to deliuer me: make haste O God to helpe me.
13Oh spare me a litle, that I may recouer my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seene.
8But I woulde aske counsell at the Lorde, and talke with God?
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.
22God shal cast vpon him, and not spare, though he woulde fayne flee out of his hande.
36O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he hath aunswered for wicked men:
12Yea a fire that vtterly should consume and roote out all my increase.