Job 16:18
O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
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15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
17Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene.
19For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heyth.
10And he sayde: What hast thou done? The voyce of thy brothers bloude crieth vnto me out of the earth.
11And now shalt thou be cursed vpon the earth, which hath opened hir mouth, and receaued thy brothers bloude of thine hande.
8The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
9What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
12Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
56Thou hast herde my voyce, & hast not turned awaye thine eares fro my sighinge and crienge.
1Heare my prayer (o LORDE) and let my criege come vnto the.
7Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
7for the bloude is yet in it Vpon a playne drye stone hath she poured it, and not vpon the grounde, that it might be couered with dust.
8And therfore haue I letten her poure hir bloude vpon a playne drye stony rocke, because it shulde not be hid, and that I might bringe my wrothfull indignacion and vengeaunce vpon her.
38But yf case be that my londe crie agaynst me, or yt the forowes therof make eny complaynte:
13O 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.
10and they cryed with a lowde voyce sayege: How loge tariest thou LORDE holy and true, to iudge & to auenge oure bloude on them that dwell on the earth?
17He that by violece sheddeth eny mans bloude, shal be a rennagate vnto his graue, and no man shal be able to sucor him.
9O destroye not my soule with the synners, ner my life with the bloudthurstie.
1Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
21For beholde, the LORDE wil go out of his habitacion, & vyset the wickednes of the that dwell vpon earth. He wil discouer the bloude that she hath deuoured, she shal neuer hyde the, that she hath murthured.
24Iudge me (o LORDE my God) acordinge to thy rightuousnesse, yt they triuphe not ouer me.
1Heare my crienge (o God) geue hede vnto my prayer.
22Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
23Yet LORDE, thou knowest all their coucell, that they haue deuysed, to slaye me. And therfore forgeue them not their wickednes, and let not their synne be put out of thy sight: but let them be iudged before the as the giltie: This shalt thou do vnto the in ye tyme of thy indignacion.
2For my soule is full of trouble, & my life draweth nye vnto hell.
12The LORDE shal be iudge betwene me and the, and auenge me on the, but my hade shal not be vpon the,
19What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
20Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
14Delyuer me from bloudegyltynesse o God, thou that art the God of my health, that my tonge maye prayse thy rightuousnesse.
17My tyme is in thy honde: delyuer me from the honde of myne enemies, & from them yt persecute me.
15Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.
12And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
21Why 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.
2O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
20Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
3For 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.
1Holde not thy toge, o God of my prayse. For the mouth of the vngodly, yee and the mouth of the disceatfull is opened vpon me,
5Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
10that innocent bloude be not shed in thy londe (which the LORDE yi God geueth the to enheritaunce) and so bloude come vpon the.
1Heare ye right (O LORDE) cosidre my coplaynte: herken vnto my prayer, that goeth not out of a fayned mouth.
17because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
1Heare my prayer (o God) and hyde not thy self fro my peticion. Take hede vnto me and heare me, how piteously I mourne & coplayne.
22From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
6So he herde my voyce out off his holy teple, & my coplaynte came before hi, yee eue into his eares.
20So fall not now my bloude vpon the earth from the face of the LORDE. For the kynge of Israel is gone forth to seke a flee, as a partriche is folowed on vpo the mountaynes.
17Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
24Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
8Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.