Job 13:24
Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
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19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
20 Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
22 And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
23 How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face? wilt thou clene forget oure misery and oppressio?
1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?
2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?
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?
1 Why art thou gone so farre of, o LORDE? wilt thou hyde thyselff in tyme of trouble?
25 Wilt thou be so cruell & extreme vnto a flyenge leaf, and folowe vpon drye stubble?
26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
9 Turne thy face fro my synnes, and put out all my my?dedes.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
12 Why doth thine herte make the so proude? Why stondest thou so greatly in thine owne conceate? Where vnto loke thine eyes,
13 yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
17 Heare me (o LORDE) for thy louynge kyndnesse is confortable: turne the vnto me acordinge vnto yi greate mercy.
14 Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence?
46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
8 Herke vnto my voyce (O LORDE) when I crie vnto the: haue mercy vpon me & heare me.
9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.
3 Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
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.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
23 Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
7 Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
16 For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
2 Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble: enclyne thine eares vnto me when I call, O heare me, and that right soone.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
3 Why lettest thou me se weerynesse and laboure? Tyrany and violence are before me, power ouergoeth right:
1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.