Job 16:2
I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
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1Iob answered, and sayde:
3Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
4I coude speake, as ye do also. But wolde God, that youre soule were in my soules steade: then shulde I heape vp wordes agaynst you, and shake my heade at you.
5I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
6But 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.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
1Iob answered, and sayde:
2O heare my wordes, and amende yor selues.
1Iob answered, & sayde:
2How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
3Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
34O how vayne is the comforte yt ye geue me? Are not youre answeres cleane contrary to right and treuth?
1Iob answered, and sayde:
21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
1Iob answered, and sayde:
2O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
1Iob answered, and sayd:
2My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
1So Iob answered, and sayde:
2and sayde:
12yee when I had diligently pondred what ye sayde, I founde not one of you that made eny good argument agaynst Iob, or that directly coude make answere vnto his wordes:
11Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
1Wherfore, heare my wordes (O Iob) & herken vnto all, that I wyll saye:
6Wherfore I geue myne owne self ye blame, and take repentaunce in the dust and asshes.
7Now whe the LORDE had spoken these wordes vnto Iob, he sayde vnto Eliphas ye Themanite: I am displeased with the & thy two frendes, for ye haue not spoken the thinge yt is right before me, like as my seruaunt Iob hath done.
10The 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.
1The Iob answered the LORDE, and sayde:
1Iob answered, and sayde:
16Therfore 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.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
16Therfore hath Iob opened his mouth but in vayne, ad folishly hath he made so many wordes.
3Iob answered the LORDE, sayenge:
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
20Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
1Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:
1Morouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
12Beholde, ye stonde in yor owne conceate, as though ye knew all thinges. Wherfore then do ye go aboute wt soch vayne wordes,
2what is he, that hydeth his mynde with foolysh wordes?
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
20My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
1Then answered Baldad the Suhite, and sayde:
13When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
8Now hast thou spoken in myne eares, & I haue herde ye voyce of thy wordes:
1Lo, all this haue I sene with myne eye, herde with myne eare, & vnderstonde it.
19Both these thinges are happened vnto the, but who is sory for it? Yee, destruction, waistinge, hunger & swerde: but who hath conforted the?
1I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
4Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
1So Iob proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayenge: