Job 10:8
Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
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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?
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
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.
73 Thy hades haue made me and fashioned me, O geue me vnderstondinge, that I maye lerne thy commaundementes.
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.
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 Soch knowlege is to wonderfull & excellet for me, I can not atteyne vnto it.
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:
15 He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
6 Beholde, before God am I euen as thou, for I am fashioned and made eue of the same moulde.
50 Hath not my hande made all these thinges?
10 And thou LORDE in ye begynnynge hast layed the foundacion of the earth, and ye heaues are the workes of thy handes,
20 O thou man, who art thou, that disputest with God? Sayeth the worke to his workman: Why hast thou made me on this fashion?
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
10 Yf I saye: peradueture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye.
4 For thou LORDE hast made me glad thorow thy workes, and I wil reioyse ouer the operacion of thy hondes.
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.
16 Which ymaginacion of yours is euen as when the potters claye taketh advisemet, as though the worke might saye to ye worke master: make me not, or as when an erthen vessel saieth of the potter: he vnderstondeth not.
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
25 Thou LORDE in the begynnynge hast layed ye foundacion of the earth, and the heauens are the workes of thy hondes.
3 Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?
8 But now o LORDE, thou father of ours: we are the claye, and thou art oure potter, and we all are the worke of thy hondes.
9 Wo be vnto him that chydeth wt his maker, the potsherde with the potter. Saieth ye claye to the potter: What makest thou? or, yi worke serueth for nothige?
17 Let thy honde be vpon the man of thy right honde, & vpon the man who thou maydest so moch off for thine owne self.
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
4 Where wast thou, when I layed ye foundacions of the earth? Tell planely yff thou hast vnderstondinge.
3 Thou turnest man to destruccion, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye children of men.
23 Neuerthelesse, I am allwaye by the, thou holdest me by my right hande.
8 Now hast thou spoken in myne eares, & I haue herde ye voyce of thy wordes:
3 For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
15 Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes.