Job 16:20
My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
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21 Though a body might pleate wt God, as one man doth with another,
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
19 For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heyth.
18 Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
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.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
2 I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
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.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
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.
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.
7 All they yt se me, laugh me to scorne: they shute out their lippes, and shake their heades.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
11 My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
21 They 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.
22 From 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.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
49 Myne eyes runne, and can not ceasse, for there is no rest.
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
14 Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
51 Myne eye breaketh my herte, because of all the doughters of my cite.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
7 Beholde, 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.
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?
12 Sela. 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.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
4 Thus he that calleth vpo God, and whom God heareth, is mocked of his neghboure: the godly & innocent man is laughed to scorne.
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?
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
14 I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.
8 Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
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: