Job 17:13
Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
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13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
12 chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
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:
21 afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:
22 yee into that darck clowdy londe & deadly shadowe, where as is no ordre, but terrible feare as in the darcknesse.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
16 In the night season they search the houses, and hyde them selues in the daye tyme, but wil not knowe ye light
17 For as soone as the daye breaketh, the shadowe of death commeth vpo them, and they go in horrible darcknesse.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
4 The same daye be turned to darcknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, nether be shyned vpo wt light:
5 but be couered with darcknesse, and the shadowe of death. Let the dymme cloude fall vpon it, and let it be lapped in with sorowe.
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
2 He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
6 Thy indignacion lieth hard vpon me, and thou vexest me with all thy floudes.
8 Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, & remayne in the vttemost parte of the see:
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
26 Yet neuerthelesse where as I loked for good, euell happened vnto me: and where as I waited for light, there came darcknesse.
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
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.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
19 the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:
9 Let the starres be dymme thorow darcknesse of it. Let it loke for light, but let it se none, nether the rysynge vp of the fayre mornynge:
6 The light shalbe darcke in his dwellinge, & his candle shalbe put out with him.
5 Yet in my trouble I called vpo the LORDE, & coplayned vnto my God.
21 (Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.