Job 19:23
O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
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24 wolde God they were graue wt an yron pene in leade or in stone.
35 O that I had one which wolde heare me. Lo, this is my cause. Let ye Allmightie geue me answere: & let him that is my cotrary party, sue me with a lybell.
36 Then shall I take it vpon my shulder, & as a garlade aboute my heade.
8 O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
10 The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
4 to pleate my cause before him, and to fyll my mouth with argumentes:
5 That I might knowe, what answere he wolde geue me: & that I might vnderstonde, what he wolde saye vnto me.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
2 O yt I were as I was in the monethes by past, & in the dayes whe God preserued me:
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.
8 Wherfore go hece, and write them this in their tables, and note it in a booke: that it maye remayne by their posterite, and be stil kepte.
1 O who will geue my heade water ynough, & a well of teares for myne eyes: that I maye wepe night ad daye, for the slaughter of my people?
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
5 O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the,
19 For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heyth.
20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
36 O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he he hath turned himself to ye wicked:
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.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
9 Wherfore, I thought from hence forth, not to speake of him, ner to preach eny more in his name. But the worde off the LORDE was a very burnynge fyre in my hert and in my bones, which when I wolde haue stopped, I might not.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
15 Beholde, these men saye vnto me: Where is the worde of the LORDE? Let it come.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
2 Thus saieth the LORDE God of Israel: Wryte vp diligently all the wordes, that I haue spoken vnto the, in a boke
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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.
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
7 Oh no, let him not do so with me. But let hym geue me like power to go to lawe, then am I sure to wynne my matter.
26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
19 But I (as a meke lambe) was caried awaye to be slayne: not knowinge, that they had deuysed soch a councel agaynst me, sayenge: We will destroye his meate with wod, and dryue him out of the londe of the lyuynge, that his name shal neuer be thought vpon.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.
17 They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me.
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:
1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
28 when yee saye: Why do not we persecute him? we haue founde an occasion agaynst him.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.