Job 21:34
O how vayne is the comforte yt ye geue me? Are not youre answeres cleane contrary to right and treuth?
O how vayne is the comforte yt ye geue me? Are not youre answeres cleane contrary to right and treuth?
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1Iob answered, and sayde:
2I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
3Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
11Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
12Why doth thine herte make the so proude? Why stondest thou so greatly in thine owne conceate? Where vnto loke thine eyes,
18Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?
12Beholde, ye stonde in yor owne conceate, as though ye knew all thinges. Wherfore then do ye go aboute wt soch vayne wordes,
33The shal he be fayne to be buried amoge the stones by the broke syde. All men must folowe him, & there are innumerable gone before him.
1Iob answered, and sayde:
2O heare my wordes, and amende yor selues.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
25Is it not so? Who wil the reproue me as a lyar, & saye yt my wordes are nothinge worth?
28Wherfore loke not only vpon me, but vpon youre selues: whether I lye, or no.
3Shulde men geue eare vnto the only? Thou wilt laugh other men to scorne, & shal no body mocke the agayne?
22Seinge yt with youre lyes ye discomforte the herte of the rightuous, whom I haue not discomforted: Agayne: For so moch as ye corage the honde of the wicked, so that he maye not turne from his wicked waye, & lyue:
21yt I might shewe ye the treuth and that thou wt the verite mightest answere them yt laye eny thinge against ye?
3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
28For ye saye: where is the prynces palace? where is the dwellynge of the vngodly:
24Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
4Therfore will I geue answere vnto the & thy frendes:
4Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
8But take hede, yee trust in councels, that begyle you and do you no good.
5I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
6But 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.
1Iob answered, & sayde:
2How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
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:
2I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse
10The 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.
4As for you, ye are workmasters of lyes: and vnprofitable Phisicians alltogether.
21They 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.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.
1Iob answered, and sayde:
15What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
16Therfore 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.
15Beholde, these men saye vnto me: Where is the worde of the LORDE? Let it come.
22And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
2O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
4Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
1Iob answered, and sayd:
29Yf I be then a wicked one, why haue I laboured in vayne?
3Where is ye coucell yt thou shuldest geue him, which hath no wy?dome? Wilt thou so shewe thine excellent rightuousnes?
19Both these thinges are happened vnto the, but who is sory for it? Yee, destruction, waistinge, hunger & swerde: but who hath conforted the?
12yee when I had diligently pondred what ye sayde, I founde not one of you that made eny good argument agaynst Iob, or that directly coude make answere vnto his wordes:
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:
28when yee saye: Why do not we persecute him? we haue founde an occasion agaynst him.
14But seynge that God wil sytt in iudgment, what shal I do? And for so moch as he wil nedes vyset me, what answere shal I geue him?
1So Iob answered, and sayde:
29(because thou hast loked the out vanities, & prophecied lyes) yt it maye come vpon thy necke, like as vpo the other vngodly, which be slayne: whose daye came, when their wickednesse was full.
6Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?