Job 14:14
Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
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12 but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, vntill the heauen perish: he shal not wake vp ner ryse out of his slepe.
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.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
15 Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes.
10 But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him?
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
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:
21 afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:
1 Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
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?
25 For I am sure, that my redemer lyueth, and that I shall ryse out of the earth in the latter daye:
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27 Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
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.
16 Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
1 Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
14 But seynge that God wil sytt in iudgment, what shal I do? And for so moch as he wil nedes vyset me, what answere shal I geue him?
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
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.
6 Go from him, that he maye rest a litle: vntill his daye come, which he loketh for, like as an hyrelinge doth.
7 Yf a tre be cutt downe, there is some hope yet, that it will sproute and shute forth the braunches againe:
8 For though a rote be waxen olde and deed in the grounde, yet whe the stocke
6 Yee though he lyued two thousande yeares, yet hath he no good life. Come not all to one place?
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
15 All flesh shal come together vnto naught, & all me shal turne agayne vnto earth.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
14 For we all dye the death, and as the water that sinketh in to the earth, which is not taken vp. And God will not take awaye the lyfe, but vnbethynketh himselfe, yt euen the very outlawe be not cleane thrust out from him.
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
9 Yee though he lyue loge, & se not ye graue.
32 Yet shal he be brought to his graue, and watch amonge the heape of the deed.
21 (Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
14 had not I defended him from the graue, and delyuered him from death. O death, I wil be thy death: o hell, I wil be thy stynge.
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
15 But God shal deliuer my soule from the power of hell, when he receaueth me.
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.