Job 17:1
My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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Referenced Verses
- Ps 88:3-5 : 3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth. 4 Fre amoge the deed, like vnto the yt lye in the graue, which be out of remembrauce, and are cutt awaye from thy honde. 5 Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytte, in ye darcknesse and in the depe.
- Isa 38:10-14 : 10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares. 11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde 12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie. 13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye. 14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
- Isa 57:16 : 16 For I chide not euer, & am not wroth wt out ende. But ye blastinge goeth fro me, though I make the breath.
- Job 6:11 : 11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
- Job 17:13-14 : 13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke. 14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
- Job 19:17 : 17 Myne owne wyfe maye not abyde my breth, I am fayne to speake fayre vnto the children of myne owne body.
- Job 42:16 : 16 After this lyued Iob xl. yeares, so that he sawe his children, & his childers children vnto the fourth generacion.
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3 For 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.
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3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
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16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
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16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
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5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
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10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
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19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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17 Myne owne wyfe maye not abyde my breth, I am fayne to speake fayre vnto the children of myne owne body.
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7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.
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4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
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19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
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28 where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
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18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
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10 But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him?
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6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
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7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.