Job 9:17
He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
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18He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
19If men will speake of strength, lo he is strong: if men will speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
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.
13His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde.
14He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt.
15I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
3Against me is he turned, he turneth his hande dayly against me.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he bruised.
5He hath buylded rounde about me, and closed me in with gall and trauaile.
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
3Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
15He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke.
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.
16If I had called vpon hym, and he had aunswered me, yet woulde I not beleue that he hearde my voyce:
18For be maketh a wounde and he healeth: he smiteth, and his hande maketh whole againe.
19Alas howe am I hurt? alas howe paynefull are my scourges vnto me? for I consider this sorowe by my selfe, and I must suffer it.
22In times past thou diddest set me vp on hye, to be caried as it were aboue the wynde, but nowe hast thou geuen me a very sore fall.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
17Thou bringest freshe witnesse against me, and thy wrath increasest thou vpon me: diuers and many are the plagues that I am in.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
6Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
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.
8He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
9He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
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.
11His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
18Shall my heauinesse endure for euer? Are my plagues then so great that they may neuer be healed? Wylt thou be as one that is false, and as a water that falleth, and can not continue?
6In my right I shoulde be a lyer: my wounde is incurable without my fault.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
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.
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
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.
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.
14They fell vpon me, as it had ben the breaking in of waters, and came in by heapes to destroy me.
10But lo, he hath piked a quarell against me, and taketh me for his enemie.
11He hath put my foote in the stockes, and looketh narowlye vnto all my pathes.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
8Then woulde I make hast to escape: from the stormie wynde, and from the tempest.
11Because God hath loosed my corde and humbled me, they haue loosed the bridle before me.
35They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.
14Beholde if he breake downe a thing, who can set it vp againe? yf he shut a thing, who wyll open it?
6He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
16For God maketh my heart softe, and the almightie putteth me in feare.
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
20Reproofe hath broke my heart a peeces, I am full of heauinesse: I loked for some to haue pitie on me, but there was none, and for some that shoulde comfort me, but I coulde fynde none.