Job 9:18
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
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17He troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause,
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.
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.
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.
1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
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.
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.
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
19If men will speake of strength, lo he is strong: if men will speake of iudgement, who shall bring me in to pleade?
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like asshes and dust.
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.
3Whyle my breath is in me, and the winde that God hath geuen me is in my nostrels,
19Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle?
3For the enemie hath persecuted my soule, he hath smitten my lyfe downe to the grounde: he hath layde me in darknesse as men that haue ben long dead.
4And my spirite is ouerwhelmed within me: and my heart is desolate in the midst of me.
2How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
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.
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.
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.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peeces, he hath layde me waste altogether.
7But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation.
8And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
19What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye.
19O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall.
15That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene 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.
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.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
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.
16Therfore is my soule now powred out vpon me, and the dayes of my trouble haue taken hold vpon me.
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,
10Take thy plague away from me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heauy hande.
28Then am I afrayde of all my sorowes, for I knowe that thou wilt not iudge me innocent.
2Though my talke be this day in bitternesse, and my plague greater then my groning.
18The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
11His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
19He chasteneth hym with sickenesse vpon his bedde, he layeth sore punishement vpon his bones:
20Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?