Job 10:11
Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
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12 Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
13 Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
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.
10 Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
10 I gaue the chaunge of raymentes, I made the shues of Taxus lether: I gyrthed ye aboute wt white sylcke, I clothed the with kerchues,
11 I decked the wt costly apparell, I put rynges vpon thy fyngers: a chayne aboute thy necke,
6 I wil geue you synowes, & make flesh growe vpon you, & couer you ouer with skynne: & so geue you breth, that ye maye lyue, and knowe, that I am the LORDE.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
5 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
8 Now whe I had loked, beholde, they had synowes, and flesh grewe vpon them: and aboue they were couered with skynne, but there was no breth in them.
11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
10 Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
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.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
8 so shal thy nauel be whole, and thy bones stronge.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
4 The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
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.
16 Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me.
40 Thou hast girded me with strength to ye battayll, and hast subdued them vnder me yt rose vp agaynst me.
35 Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
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.
8 Oh let me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.
23 The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleue so fast together, that he can not be moued.
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.
31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
24 euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.
30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
7 Canst thou fyll the nett wt his skynne, or ye fysh panyer with his heade?