Job 14:22
Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
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18 kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
20 so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
21 Whether his children come to worshipe or no, he can not tell: And yf they be men of lowe degre, he knoweth not.
25 Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.
17 All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
11 Yee that thou mourne not at the last (when thou hast spent thy body and goodes)
10 His childre go a begginge, their handes bringe the to sorow and heuynesse.
11 From his youth his bones are ful of vyce, which shal lie downe wt him in ye earth.
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?
20 The vngodly despayreth all the dayes of his life, & the nombre of a tyrauntes yeares is vnknowne.
21 A fearfull sounde is euer in his eares, & when it is peace, yet feareth he destruccion:
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
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,
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
22 In his necke remayneth strength, and before his face sorowe is turned to gladnesse.
24 Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
24 Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
32 Yet shal he be brought to his graue, and watch amonge the heape of the deed.
12 The whole cite crieth vnto the LORDE with sighinge, the soules of the slayne make their complaynte: But God destroyeth them not for all this,
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
15 Loke whom he leaueth behinde him, they shal dye & be buried, & no man shall haue pite of his wyddowes.
14 Beholde, my seruauntes shal reioyse for very quietnesse of herte. But ye shal crie for sorow of hert, and coplayne for vexacion of mynde.
20 His bely coude neuer be fylled, therfore shall he perish in his couetousnesse.
12 Honger shalbe his substaunce, and my?fortune shall hange vpon him.
13 He shall eate his owne skynne, yee his owne armes shall he deuoure, beynge a firstborne of death.
13 The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
28 He sitteth alone, he holdeth him still. and dwelleth quietly by him self.
3 With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
19 But whe he foloweth his fathers generacion, he shal neuer se light eny more.
14 The meate that he eateth, shalbe turned to the poyson of serpetes within his body.
18 he shalbe dryuen from the light into darcknesse, and be cast clene out of the worlde.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
20 Their owne destruccion and misery shal they se with their eyes, and drynke of the fearfull wrath of the Allmighty.
21 For whath careth he, what become of his housholde after his death? whose monethes passe awaye swifter then an arowe.
19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
17 He yt hath a gentle liberall stomacke, is mercifull: but who so hurteth his neghbor, is a tyraut.
14 For oft times they perishe with his greate misery and trouble: and yf he haue a childe, it getteth nothinge.
6 Mourne therfore (o thou sonne of man) yt thy loynes crack withall, yee mourne bytterly for them:
29 Yf ye take this fro me also, and eny mysfortune happe him, then shal ye brynge my gray heer with sorowe downe vnto the graue.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte: