Job 15:11
Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
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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?
8 hast thou herde the secrete councell of God, that all wy?dome is to litle for ye?
9 What knowest thou, yt we knowe not? What vnderstondest thou, but we can the same?
10 With vs are olde and aged men, yee soch as haue lyued longer then thy forefathers.
2 O heare my wordes, and amende yor selues.
5 O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the,
6 that he might shewe the (out of his secrete wy?dome) how manyfolde his lawe is: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the, because of thy synnes.
7 Wilt thou fynde out God with thy sekynge? wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the Allmightie?
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
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?
4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
6 that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
34 O how vayne is the comforte yt ye geue me? Are not youre answeres cleane contrary to right and treuth?
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
5 But now that the plage is come vpon the, thou shreckest awaye: now that it hath touched thyself, thou art faint harted.
6 Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?
2 I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
3 Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
14 like as yf one withdrewe a good dede from his frende, and forsoke the feare of God?
10 The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
4 Is he afrayed to reproue the, & to steppe forth wt the in to iudgment?
5 Cometh not this for ye greate wickednesse, & for thine vngracious dedes which are innumerable?
2 For how greate a porcio shal I haue of God fro aboue? & what enheritauce fro ye Almightie on hie?
8 Wil ye accepte ye personne of God, and intreate for him?
9 Shal that helpe you, when he calleth you to rekenynge? Thynke ye to begyle him, as a man is begyled?
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
4 As for shame, thou hast set it asyde, els woldest thou not make so many wordes before God:
4 Els woldest thou saye vnto me: O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me fro my youth:
4 As it stode wt me, whe I was welthy & had ynough: whe God prospered my house:
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?
4 Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
13 Though thou hydest these thinges in thine hert, yet am I sure, that thou remembrest the all.
10 Yf thou be ouersene & necliget in tyme of nede, the is thy stregth but small.
5 I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
11 Shall he not make you afrayed, when he sheweth himself? Shal not his terrible feare fall vpo you?
13 Yee with God is wy?dome and strength, it is he that hath councell & foreknowlege.
16 For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
2 Yf we begynne to comon with the, peradueture thou wilt be myscontent, but who can witholde himself from speakynge?
2 The power & stregth of their hades might do me no good, & as for their age, it is spet & past awaye without eny profit.
15 Then mightest thou lift vp thy face without shame, the shuldest thou be sure, and haue no nede to feare.
2 I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
10 Pvt awaye displeasure out of yi hert, & remoue euell from thy body: for childehode and youth is but vanite.
15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.