Job 27:3
My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
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3My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
4The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
1Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:
2As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
18He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
16Verely (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.
4whyle my breth is in me, and as longe as the wynde (that God hath geuen me) is in my nostrels.
5God forbydde, that I shulde graunte youre cause to be right. As for me, vntill myne ende come wil I neuer go fro myne innocency.
6My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.
10In whose honde is the soule of euery lyuynge thinge, and the breth of all men.
19What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
4Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
14Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15Lo, 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,
25For I am sure, that my redemer lyueth, and that I shall ryse out of the earth in the latter daye:
26that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
11Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
7O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
14To whom hath he geuen his herte, for to drawe his sprete and breth vnto him?
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
8Euery ma (no doute) hath a mynde, but it is the inspyracion of the Allmightie that geueth vnderstondinge.
1it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
12Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
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:
15that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
22Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
15And when the wynde passed ouer by me, the hayres of my flesh stode vp.
7Oh 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.
14Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
3Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
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.
11What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
4As it stode wt me, whe I was welthy & had ynough: whe God prospered my house:
5when the allmightie was with me: when my housholde folkes stode aboute me:
17How maye my lordes seruaunt then talke with my lorde? seinge there is no strength in me, so that I can not take my breth?
20The very breth of oure mouth; euen the anoynted LORDE himself shalbe take in oure synnes, of whom we saye: Vnder his shadowe we shal be preserued amonge the Heithen.
2O put not yor trust in prynces, ner in the childe of man, for there is no helpe in the.
4For 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.
7Or dust be turned againe vnto earth from whence it came, and or the sprete returne vnto God, which gaue it.
9For whe God bloweth vpon them, they perysh, and are destroyed thorow the blast of his wrath.
3Neuerthelesse I am purposed to talke with the Allmightie, and my desyre is to comon with God.
2The sprete of the LORDE hath spoken by me, and the vtteraunce therof is done thorow my tunge.
17Myne owne wyfe maye not abyde my breth, I am fayne to speake fayre vnto the children of myne owne body.
21His breth maketh the coales burne, the flame goeth out of his mouth.