Job 27:2
As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
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1 Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:
3 My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
5 And why? Iob hath sayde: I am rightuous, but God doth me wronge.
6 I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte.
1 Iob answered, & sayde:
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
7 Oh no, let him not do so with me. But let hym geue me like power to go to lawe, then am I sure to wynne my matter.
1 Iob answered, and sayd:
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
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?
7 Now whe the LORDE had spoken these wordes vnto Iob, he sayde vnto Eliphas ye Themanite: I am displeased with the & thy two frendes, for ye haue not spoken the thinge yt is right before me, like as my seruaunt Iob hath done.
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.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
4 The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
16 Verely (LORDE,) men must lyue in bytternesse, & all my life must I passe ouer therin: For thou raysest me vp, and wakest me. But lo, I wilbe wel content with this bytternes.
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
19 Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde?
6 My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
1 Morouer, God spake vnto Iob and sayde:
2 Can he that stryueth with the Allmightie, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth with God, geue him an answere?
3 Iob answered the LORDE, sayenge:
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
1 So Iob proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayenge:
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
2 and sayde:
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
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.
3 Doth God peruerte the thinge that is laufull? Or, doth the Allmightie destroye the thynge that is right?
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
39 yf I haue eaten the frutes therof vnpayed for, yee yf I haue greued eny of the plow men:
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
1 The Iob answered the LORDE, and sayde: