Job 23:16
For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
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14 He rewardeth me into my bosome, & many other thinges mo doth he, as he maye by his power.
15 This is ye cause, that I shrenke at his presence, so that when I considre him, I am afrayed of him.
23 For I haue euer feared ye vengeaunce & punyshmet of God, & knew very well, yt I was not able to beare his burthe.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
5 And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.
1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14 Soch feare and drede came vpo me, that all my bones shoke.
15 And when the wynde passed ouer by me, the hayres of my flesh stode vp.
6 For whe I pondre & considre this, I am afrayed, and my flesh is smytten with feare.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.
26 Was I not happy? Had I not quyetnesse? Was I not in rest? And now commeth soch mysery vpon me.
24 Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
4 For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions,
34 Let him take his rod awaye fro me, yee let him make me nomore afrayed of him,
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
2 As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
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.
6 Wil he pleate agaynst me with his greate power & strength, or wyll he leane him self vtterly vpon me?
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
28 then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.
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.
16 Whe I heare this, my body is vexed, my lippes tremble at ye voyce therof, my bones corruppe, I am afrayed where I stonde. O that I might rest in the daye of trouble, that I might go vp vnto oure people, which are alredy prepared.
7 Therfore, thou nedest not be afrayed of me, nether nedest thou to feare, that my auctorite shal be to heuy for the.
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
23 He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
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?
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.