Job 7:11
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.
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.
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1My 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.
2I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?
12Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?
13When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
15What shall I say? The Lorde hath made a promise to me, yea and he hym selfe hath perfourmed it: I shall therefore so long as I lyue remember this bitternesse of my lyfe.
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.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
19Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
20I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe?
21Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be.
6For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
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.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
27If I say, I will forget my complayning, I will ceasse from my wrath, and comfort my selfe:
28Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
7If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
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?
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
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,
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
28I went mourning without heate, I stoode vp in the congregation, & communed with them.
10Nor turne againe into his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
20Therfore will I speake, that I may haue a bent: I will open my lippes, and make aunswere.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
21Ueryly thus was my heart inflamed: thus was my reynes pricked.
2I powred out before his face my cogitations: and I made a declaration of my trouble before his face.
25Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
7There the righteous might dispute with him, so shoulde I be deliuered for euer from my iudge.
13That thy minde is so pufte vp against God, and lettest such wordes go out of thy mouth?
6My righteous dealing kepe I fast, which I will not forsake: my heart shal not reproue me of my dayes.
17Because I am disposed to a haltyng: and my sorowe is euer in my syght.
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.
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.
20Consider (O Lorde) howe I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my heart turneth about in me, and I am full of heauinesse, because I rebelled stubburnly: the sworde hurteth me without, and within I am lyke vnto death.
21They heare my mournyng, but there is none that wyll comfort me: All myne enemies haue hearde of my trouble, and are glad therof because thou hast done it: and thou hast brought foorth the time which thou calledst, when they also shal be lyke vnto me.
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
20Shall it be tolde him what I saye? Shall man speake when he shalbe destroyed?
9I will beare the wrath of the Lord, for I haue offended hym till he sit in iudgement vpon my cause, and see that I haue right: then will he bring me foorth to the light, and I shall see his righteousnesse.
8I am feeble and sore smitten: I haue rored for the very disquietnesse of my heart.
3Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
30I neuer suffred my mouth to sinne, by wishing a curse to his soule.