Job 24:12
The whole cite crieth vnto the LORDE with sighinge, the soules of the slayne make their complaynte: But God destroyeth them not for all this,
The whole cite crieth vnto the LORDE with sighinge, the soules of the slayne make their complaynte: But God destroyeth them not for all this,
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11 The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.
10 the wicked cities shalbe broken downe, all houses shalbe shut, that no man maye come in.
11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
12 Desolacion shal remayne in the cities, and the gates shalbe smytten with waistnesse.
13 where as they (not wt stodinge) are rebellious and disobedient enemies: which seke not his light and waye, ner turne agayne in to his path.
11 Myne eyes begynne to fayle me thorow wepinge, my body is disquieted, my leuer is poured vpon the earth, for the greate hurte of my people, seynge the children and babes dyd swowne in the stretes of the cite.
12 Euen when they spake to their mothers: where is meate and drynke? for whyle they so sayde, they fell downe in the stretes of the cite, like as they had bene wounded, and some dyed in their mothers bosome.
24 Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
10 Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
11 Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him.
22 Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
9 there is a greate crie & coplaynte made by the that are oppressed with violence, yee eueryman complayneth vpon the cruell arme of tyrauntes.
12 Yf eny soch complayne, no ma geueth answere, and yt because of the wickednesse off proude tyrauntes.
11 so that the very stones of the wall shal crie out of it, and the tymbre that lieth betwixte the ioyntes of the buyldinge shall answere.
12 Wo vnto him, yt buyldeth the towne with bloude, and maynteneth ye cite with vnrightuousnes.
18 For yff I go in to the felde, lo, it lieth all full off slayne men: Yff I come in to the cite, lo, they be all fameshed of honger. Yee their prophetes also and prestes shalbe led in to an vnknowne londe.
19 Hast thou then vtterly forsaken Iuda? (sayde I) Dost thou so abhorre Sio? Or hast thou so plaged vs, that we can be healed nomore? We loked for peace, and there cometh no good: for the tyme of health, & lo, here is nothinge but trouble.
1 The heuy burthen, apon the valley of Visions. What hast thou there to do, that thou clymnest vp in to the house toppe,
2 o thou citie of miracles, sedicious and wilfull? seinge, thy slayne me are nether killed wt swerde, ner deed in batel?
11 They haue layed it waist: and now that it is waist, it sigheth vnto me. Yee the whole londe lieth waist, and no man regardeth it.
11 Delyuer the yt go vnto death, & are led awaie to be slaine, & be not necliget therin.
12 The shal the townes off Iuda and the citisens of Ierusalem go, and call vpon their goddes, vnto whom they made their oblacios: but they are not able to helpe them in tyme off their trouble.
21 Yonge & olde lye behinde the stretes vpon the grounde, my maydens & yonge men are slayne with the swearde: whom thou in the daye of thy wrothfull indignacion hast put to death: Yee euen thou hast put them to death, & not spared them.
25 and grope in the darke without light, stackeringe to and fro like droncken men.
20 Thy sonnes lie comfortles at ye heade of euery strete like a take venyson, & are ful of ye terrible wrath of ye LORDE, & punyshmet of thy God.
2 Iuda shal mourne, men shall not go moch more thorow his gates: the londe shal be nomore had in reputacion, & the crie of Ierusale shal breake out.
39 Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
7 Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
14 They call not vpon me with their hartes, but lye youlinge vpon their beddes. Where as they come together, it is but for meate & drincke, and me will they not obeye.
12 And why? he maketh inquysicion for their bloude, and remembreth them: he forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore.
1 Wo to that bloudthursty cite, which is all full of lyes and robbery, & wil not leaue of from rauy?shinge.
12 At the same tyme wil I seke thorow Ierusalem with lanternes, and vyset them that contynue in their dregges, and saye in their hertes: Tush, the LORDE wil do nether good ner euell.
7 Beholde, their aungels crie with out, the messaungers of peace wepe bytterly.
12 O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.
17 Foolish me were plaged for their offence, & because of their wickednesse.
4 The earth shalbe heuye and decaye: The face of ye earth shal perish & fal awaye, the proude people of ye worlde shal come to naught,
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
9 The chaunginge of their countenaunce bewrayeth them, yee they declare their owne synnes them selues, as the Sodomites, & hyde the not. Wo be vnto their soules, for they shalbe heuely rewarded.
6 With that, sayde the LORDE God on this maner: Wo be vnto the bloudy cite of ye pot, whervpon the rustynesse hageth, and is not yet scoured awaye. Take out the peces that are in it, one after another: there nede no lottes be cast therfore,
16 In the night season they search the houses, and hyde them selues in the daye tyme, but wil not knowe ye light
4 Now the tyme shall come, that when they call vnto the LORDE, he shall not heare them, but hyde his face from them: because that thorow their owne ymaginacios, they haue dealte so wickedly.
9 for their woude is past remedy: And why? it is come in to Iuda, & hath touched ye porte of my people at Ierusale allredy.
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
16 Let it happen vnto that man, as to the cities which ye LORDE turned vpside downe (when he had longe herde the wicked rumoure of them)
19 I called for my louers (but they begyled me:) for my prestes and councelers, but they perished: euen while they sought for meate, to saue their lyues.
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.
29 The whole londe shal fle, for the noyse of the horsmen and bowmen: they shall runne in to dennes in to woddes, and clymme vp the stony rockes. All the cities shalbe voyde, and no man dwellinge therin.
12 Ye shal knock vpo youre brestes, because of the pleasaunt felde, and because of the fruteful vynyarde.
31 For (me thinke) I heare a noyse, like as it were of a woman trauelinge, or one laboringe of hir first childe: Euen the voyce of the doughter Sion, that casteth out hir armes, and swowneth, sayenge: Ah wo is me, how sore vexed and faynte is my herte, for them that are slayne?