Job 10:16
Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
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17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
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 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
5 But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
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.
14 Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence?
15 Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.
10 He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
20 Therfore wil I prayse the & thy faithfulnesse (o God) playege vpon the lute, vnto the wil I synge vpon the harpe. o thou holy one of Israel.
21 My lippes wolde fayne synge prayses vnto the:
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
12 Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
27 Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
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.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
39 Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
10 But be thou mercifull vnto me (o LORDE) rayse thou me vp, and I shal rewarde them.
11 By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
12 Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
16 For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
2 Lest he hantch vp my soule like a lyon, & teare it in peces, whyle there is none to helpe.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
36 Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
17 Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre.
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
11 But the LORDE stode by me, like a mightie giaunte: therfore my persecuters fell, and coude do nothinge. They shal be sore confouded, for they haue done vnwisely, they shall haue an euerlastinge shame.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
9 yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
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.
10 Therfore art thou compased aboute with snares on euery syde, & sodely vexed wt feare.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?