Job 16:8
(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
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7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
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.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
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.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
16 Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
27 Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
28 where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
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.
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.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
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.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
10 Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
21 Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
14 The yocke of my transgression is come at the last, with his honde hath he taken it vp, and put it aboute my neck. My strength is gone: the LORDE hath delyuered me in to those hondes, wherout I can not quyte myself.
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
17 Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
12 Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
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?
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.