Job 10:10
Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
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4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
7 where as (notwithstondinge) thou knowest that I am no wicked person, & that there is no man able to delyuer me out of thine honde.
8 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
9 O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt brynge me to earth agayne.
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
12 Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
16 Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
21 Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
22 In tymes past thou didest set me vp an hye, as it were aboue ye winde, but now hast thou geue me a very sore fall.
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
12 Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
12 My stregth fayleth me because of my aduersite, and my bones are corrupte.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
6 Beholde, before God am I euen as thou, for I am fashioned and made eue of the same moulde.
10 The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
15 He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
45 Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heithen.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
9 Is thine arme then like the arme of God? Maketh thy voyce soch a soude as his doth?
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
24 euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.