Job 16:16
My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
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15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
17 Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene.
18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
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.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
6 But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
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.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
9 I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
15 Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs.
9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
48 Whole ryuers of water gu?she out of myne eyes, for the greate hurte of my people.
49 Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
1 O who will geue my heade water ynough, & a well of teares for myne eyes: that I maye wepe night ad daye, for the slaughter of my people?
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
8 therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.