Job 17:14
I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
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15What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.
13Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
6my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
17because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
18Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
19O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
28where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
26that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
20O yt all copassion vpon the were forgotte: yt their daynties were wormes: that they were clene put out of remembraunce, & vtterly hewe downe like an vnfrutefull tre.
6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
8O then is it reason that I sowe, and another eate: yee that my generacion and posterite be clene roted out.
6How moch more the, ma, that is but corrupcion: and the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
15Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
31yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
13O 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.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
10because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
14Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
16O 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.
19and thou art cast out of thy graue like a wilde braunch: like as dead mens rayment that are shott thorow with the swerde: as they that go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete:
18(for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
20Considre (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.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
4Els woldest thou saye vnto me: O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me fro my youth:
14had not I defended him from the graue, and delyuered him from death. O death, I wil be thy death: o hell, I wil be thy stynge.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
14Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
26Now slepe they both a like in the earth, & the wormes couer them.
6I wente downe to the botome of the hilles, & was barred in with earth for euer. But thou (o LORDE my God) hast brought vp my lyfe agayne out of corrupcion.
18Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
21Why 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.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
11Thy pompe and thy pryde is gone downe to hell: Mothes shalbe layde vnder the, & wormes shalbe thy coueringe.
10I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
17Thou hast sealed vp myne offences, as it were in a bagg: but be mercifull vnto my wickednesse.
5Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
3For 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.