Job 16:5
I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
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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.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
2 I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
3 Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
4 I 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.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
10 The 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.
4 to pleate my cause before him, and to fyll my mouth with argumentes:
5 That I might knowe, what answere he wolde geue me: & that I might vnderstonde, what he wolde saye vnto me.
6 Wil he pleate agaynst me with his greate power & strength, or wyll he leane him self vtterly vpon me?
2 O heare my wordes, and amende yor selues.
20 Therfore wil I speake, that I maye haue vete: I wil open my lyppes, and make answere.
5 O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the,
11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
27 When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
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:
2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
11 Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
5 Wolde God ye kepte youre tonge, that ye might be taken for wyse men.
6 Therfore heare my wordes, and pondre the sentence of my lippes.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
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.
2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
16 yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
2 Yf we begynne to comon with the, peradueture thou wilt be myscontent, but who can witholde himself from speakynge?
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
5 Marck me well, be aba?shed, and laye youre hade vpon youre mouth.
25 Wherfore blame ye then the wordes, that are well and truly spoken?
50 For it is my comforte in my trouble, yee thy worde quyckeneth me.
16 Euen so shall he kepe the (yf thou wilt be content) from the bottomlesse pytte that is beneth: & yf thou wilt holde the quyete, he shal fyll thy table with plenteousnesse.
15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
2 Beholde, I wil open my mouth, & my tonge shal speake out of my chawes.
3 My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
25 For I shall fede the hongrie soule, and refresh all faynte hertes.
34 O how vayne is the comforte yt ye geue me? Are not youre answeres cleane contrary to right and treuth?
13 Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
13 yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
21 Though a body might pleate wt God, as one man doth with another,
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
3 Neuerthelesse I am purposed to talke with the Allmightie, and my desyre is to comon with God.