Job 19:17
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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Referenced Verses
- Job 2:9-9 : 9 Then sayde his wife vnto him: Dost thou yet cotynue in thy perfectnesse? curse God, & dye. 10 But Iob sayde vnto her: Thou speakest like a foolish woma. Seinge we haue receaued prosperite at the honde of God, wherfore shulde we not be content with aduersite also? In all these thinges, dyd not Iob synne with his lippes.
- Job 17:1 : 1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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- Job 19:13-164 verses83%
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
14 Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
15 The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house take me for a strauger, and I am become as an aleaunt in their sight.
16 When I call vpon my seruaut, he geueth me no answere: no though I praie him with my mouth.
- Job 19:18-214 verses78%
18 Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
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1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
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15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
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12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
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3 My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
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27 Hath my hert medled priuely wt eny disceate? Or, dyd I euer kysse myne owne honde
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9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
11 My louers & frendes stonde lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone a farre of.
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15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
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9 Yf my hert hath lusted after my neghbours wife, or yf I haue layed wayte at his dore:
10 O then let my wife be another mans harlot, and let other lye with her.
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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.
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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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20 My sonne, why wilt thou haue pleasure in an harlot, and embrace the bosome of another woma?
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19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
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40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
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11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
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4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
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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:
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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.
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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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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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27 Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
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3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
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21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
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8 I am become a straunger vnto my brethren, and an aleaunt vnto my mothers children.
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12 Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
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22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
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13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
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4 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
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6 But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
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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.
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11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
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2 My sonne, thou sonne of my body: O my deare beloued sonne,
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2 As for youre mother, ye shal chyde with her, and reproue her: for she is not my wife, nether am I hir hu?bode: vnlesse she put awaye hir whordome out of my sight, and hir aduoutry from hir brestes.
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16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
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18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
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14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
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1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,