Job 19:3
Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
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4yf I go wronge, I go wronge to my self.
5But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
2How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
10They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
19Drawe nye vnto my soule, and saue it: Oh delyuer me because of myne enemies.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
7And why? for thy sake do I suffre reprofe, shame couereth my face.
16Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
17Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
13He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
14Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
15The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house take me for a strauger, and I am become as an aleaunt in their sight.
11My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
10they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.
12But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
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.
31yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
10I wepte and chastened my self wt fastinge, and that was turned to my reprofe.
15Thou hast made vs a very byworde amonge the Heithen, & that the people shake their heades at vs.
16My cofucion is daylie before me, & the shame of my face couereth me.
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
21Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.
10For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
10I 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.
61Thou hast herde their despytefull wordes (O LORDE) yee and all their ymaginacions agaynst me.
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
8Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
3Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
10We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.
3Shulde men geue eare vnto the only? Thou wilt laugh other men to scorne, & shal no body mocke the agayne?
9He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
15But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
25Helpe me o LORDE my God, oh saue me for thy mercies sake.
10daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
26Let them be put to confucion and shame, that reioyse at my trouble: let the be clothed with rebuke and dishonoure, that boost the selues agaynst me.
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
15O LORDE (sayde I then) thou knowest all thinges, therfore remembre me, ad viset me, delyuer me fro my persecuters: Receaue not my cause in yi loge wrath, yet thou knowest, that for thy sake I suffre rebuke.
26that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
10And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
8I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
13Thou sellest thy people for naught, & takest no moneye for them.
22Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
9Shal that helpe you, when he calleth you to rekenynge? Thynke ye to begyle him, as a man is begyled?
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
19Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
2and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.