Job 17:15

Coverdale Bible (1535)

What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 13:15 : 15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
  • Job 19:10 : 10 He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
  • Job 4:6 : 6 Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?
  • Job 6:11 : 11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
  • Job 7:6 : 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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  • Job 17:13-14
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    13Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.

    14I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.

  • 16All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pytt, & lye with me in the dust.

  • Lam 3:17-18
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    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.

  • 11What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?

  • 7Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.

  • Job 7:5-8
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    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.

    7O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures

    8therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like

  • 1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.

  • 9For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the: Euery man also that seyth him, shall go backe. And why?

  • 10He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.

  • 15For in the (O LORDE) is my trust, thou shalt heare me, O LORDE my God.

  • Job 10:18-21
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    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.

    20Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:

    21afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:

  • 13Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,

  • Job 14:13-14
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    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.

    14Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.

  • Job 8:13-14
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    13Euen so goeth it with all them, that forget God: and euen thus also shal the ypocrytes hope come to naught.

    14His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.

  • 8What hope hath ye Ypocrite, though he haue greate good, and though God geue him riches after his hertes desyre?

  • Job 19:26-27
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    26that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.

    27Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,

  • 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.

  • 9What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?

  • 7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.

  • 18Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?

  • 21Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.

  • 19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.

  • 6Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?

  • 11My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,

  • 15Beholde, these men saye vnto me: Where is the worde of the LORDE? Let it come.

  • 15Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,

  • 7Yf a tre be cutt downe, there is some hope yet, that it will sproute and shute forth the braunches againe:

  • 20As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shal be consumed, and not escape: their hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.

  • 47Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?

  • 7When an vngodly man dyeth, his hope is gone, the confydence of riches shal perish.

  • 17Be not now terrible vnto me (o LORDE) for thou art he, in whom I hope, when I am in parell.

  • Job 16:15-16
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    15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.

    16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.

  • 18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

  • 3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?

  • 11I 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

  • 5I haue leaned vpo ye euer sens I was borne, thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, therfore is my prayse allwaye of the.

  • 19the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:

  • 19the waters pearse thorow the very stones by litle and litle, the floudes wa?she awaye the grauell & earth: Euen so destroyest thou the hope of man in like maner.