Job 22:5
Cometh not this for ye greate wickednesse, & for thine vngracious dedes which are innumerable?
Cometh not this for ye greate wickednesse, & for thine vngracious dedes which are innumerable?
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6Thou hast take the pledge from thy brethre for naught, & robbed the naked of their clothinge:
3What pleasure hath God in yt thou art rightuous? Or what doth it profite him, yt thy waies are perfecte?
4Is he afrayed to reproue the, & to steppe forth wt the in to iudgment?
6Yf thou synnest, what dost thou vnto him? Yf thine offences be many, how gettest thou his fauoure?
7Yf thou be rightuous, what geuest thou him? Or, what receaueth he of thy handes?
8Of soch an vngodly personne as thou, & of ye sonne of man that is rightuous as thou pretendest to be:
5Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
6that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne?
22And yf thou woldest saye the in thine hert: Wherfore come these thinges vpo me? Eue for the multitude of thy blasphemies, shall thy hynder partes & thy fete be discouered.
17Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre.
18For then shal not thy cause be stilled with crueltie, ner pacified with many giftes.
15Why makest thou mone for thy harme? I my self haue pite of thy sorowe, but for the multitude of thy my?dedes and synnes, I haue done this vnto the.
3As for the vngodly & he yt ioyneth himself to ye copani of wicked doers shal not destruccion & misery came vpon him?
5Wilt thou then put me awaye, and cast me of foreuer? Or wilt thou withdrawe thy self clene fro me? Neuertheles, thou speakest soch wordes, but thou art euer doinge worse, and worse.
3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
13Thine eyes are clene, thou mayest not se euell, thou canst not beholde ye thinge that is wicked. Wherfore then dost thou loke vpon the vngodly, and holdest thy tunge, when the wicked deuoureth the man that is better the himself?
6Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?
20Wilt thou haue eny thinge to do with the stole of wickednesse, which ymagineth myschefe in the lawe?
3Why lettest thou me se weerynesse and laboure? Tyrany and violence are before me, power ouergoeth right:
23Who wil reproue him of his waye? who wil saye vnto him: thou hast done wronge?
14yf thou woldest put awaye the wickednesse, which thou hast in honde, so that no vngodlynesse dwelt in thy house:
10Shulde I not be displeased, for the vnrightuous good in the houses of the wicked, and because the measure is minished?
6that he might shewe the (out of his secrete wy?dome) how manyfolde his lawe is: then shuldest thou knowe, that God had forgotten the, because of thy synnes.
1Why boastest thou thy self (thou Tyraunt) that thou canst do myschefe?
8Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
3Yf thou (LORDE) wilt be extreme to marcke what is done amysse, Oh LORDE, who maye abyde it?
2Thinkest thou it right that thou sayest: I am rightuous before God
3Seinge thou sayest so, how doest thou knowe it? What thinge hast thou more excellet, the I yt am a synner?
8He is hyer the heaue, what wilt thou do? Deper the hell, how wilt thou then knowe him?
22The wickednesses of the vngodly shal catch himself, and with the snares of his owne synnes shal he be trapped.
35Yet darrest thou saye: I am giltlesse: Tush, his wrath can not come vpo me. Beholde, I wil reason with ye, because thou darrest saye: I haue not offended.
12as for the multitude of youre wickednesses and youre stoute synnes, I knowe them right well. Enemies are ye off the rightuous, ye take rewardes, ye oppresse the poore in iudgment.
22Yee and that so sore: that though thou wasshest the with Nitrus & makest thiself to sauoure with that swete smellinge herbe of Borith: yet in my sight thou art stayned with thy wickednesse, saieth the LORDE thy God.
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
11For thy names sake, O LORDE, be mercifull vnto my synne, for it is greate.
16But vnto the vngodly sayeth God: Why doest thou preach my lawes, and takest my couenaunt in thy mouth?
18Thy wayes and thy thoughtes, haue brought the vnto this, this is thyne owne wickednesse and disobediece, that hath possessed thyne hert:
11Shuldest thou the se no darcknesse? Shulde not the water floude runne ouer the?
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:
17Ye greue the LORDE with youre wordes, and yet ye saye: wherwithall haue we greued him? In this, that ye saye: All that do euell are good in the sight of God, and soch please him. Or els where is the God that punysheth?
28For ye saye: where is the prynces palace? where is the dwellynge of the vngodly:
15Well, thou wilt kepe the olde waye, yt all wicked me haue gone:
25Neuertheles youre mi?dedes haue turned these from you, & youre synnes haue robbed you herof.
3Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?
6But shall not all these take vp a prouerbe agaynst him, and mocke him with a byworde, and saye: Wo vnto him that heapeth vp other mens goodes? How longe wil he lade himself with thicke claye?
16How moch more then an abhominable and vyle ma, which dryncketh wickednesse like water?
12Yee giftes haue bene receaued in the, to shed bloude. Thou hast taken vsury & encreace, thou hast oppressed thy neghbours by extorcion, and forgotten me, saieth the LORDE God.
3Doth God peruerte the thinge that is laufull? Or, doth the Allmightie destroye the thynge that is right?
11Dost thou nomore regarde the comforte of God? but thy wicked wordes wil not suffre the.
17Neuertheles, as for thine eyes and thine herte, they loke vpon covetousnesse, to shed innocent bloude, to do wronge and violence.