Job 14:1
Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
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2 He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
6 nether commeth sorow out of ye groude:
7 but it is man, that is borne vnto mysery, like as the byrde for to fle.
14 What is man, that he shulde be vncleane? what hath he (which is borne of a woman) wherby he might be knowne to be rightuous?
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
18 Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
14 For oft times they perishe with his greate misery and trouble: and yf he haue a childe, it getteth nothinge.
15 Like as he came naked out of his mothers wombe, so goeth he thither agayne, and carieth nothinge awaye with him of all his laboure.
16 This is a miserable plage, yt he shal go awaye euen as he came. What helpeth it him then, yt he hath labored in the wynde?
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
3 lost be that daye, wherin I was borne: and the night, in the which it was sayde: there is a manchilde conceaued.
10 But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him?
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
6 How moch more the, ma, that is but corrupcion: and the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
4 But how maye a man copared vnto God, be iustified? Or, how can he be clene, that is borne of a woman?
1 Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
5 The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them.
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:
3 Yf a man begett an hundreth children, and lyue many yeares, so that his dayes are many in nombre, and yet can not enioye his good, nether be buried: as for him I saye, that an vntymely byrth is better then he.
4 For he cometh to naught, & goeth his waye in to darcknes, and his name is forgotten.
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.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
9 Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
6 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
13 Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him, as vpon a woman that traualeth. An vndiscrete sonne is he: for he considreth not, that he shulde not haue bene able to haue endured in the tyme of his byrth,
14 & yet ca not tell what shal happe to morowe. For what thinge is youre life? It is euen a vapoure that apereth for a lytell tyme, and the vanysheth awaye:
21 and sayde: Naked came I out of my mothers wombe, and naked shall I turne thither agayne. The LORDE gaue, and the LORDE hath taken awaye (the LORDE hath done his pleasure) now blessed be ye name off the LORDE.
4 Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
11 A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
15 All flesh shal come together vnto naught, & all me shal turne agayne vnto earth.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
10 The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
14 Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
21 A woman whan she trauayleth, hath sorowe, for hir houre is come. But whan she is delyuered of the childe, she thinketh nomore of the anguyshe, for ioye that a man is borne in to the worlde.
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11 Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
8 Yf a man lyue many yeares, and be glad in them all, let him remembre the dayes of darcknesse, which shalbe many: & when they come, all thinges shalbe but vanite.
22 Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
23 but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
24 For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse withereth, & the floure falleth awaye
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.