Job 16:14
He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
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7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
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.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
12 Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
10 He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
13 The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
26 He runneth proudly vpon him, & with a stiff necke fighteth he agaynst him:
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
14 Yf he breake downe a thinge, who can set it vp agayne? Yf he shutt a thinge, who wil open it?
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
12 His men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellinge rounde aboute.
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
14 And youre destruction shalbe like as an erthe pot, which breaketh no man touchinge it, yee and breaketh so sore, that a man shal not fynde a sheuer of it to fetch fyre in, or to take water with all out of the pyt.
34 He teacheth myne hondes to fight, and maketh myne armes to breake euen a bowe off stele.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
16 Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
35 He teacheth my handes to fighte, and bendeth the stele bowe with myne armes.
24 Many one, yee innumerable doth he punyshe and setteth other in their steades.
24 Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
3 The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.
28 where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.