Job 27:8
What hope hath ye Ypocrite, though he haue greate good, and though God geue him riches after his hertes desyre?
What hope hath ye Ypocrite, though he haue greate good, and though God geue him riches after his hertes desyre?
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12No: but (or euer it be shot forth, and or euer it be gathered) it wythereth, before eny other herbe.
13Euen so goeth it with all them, that forget God: and euen thus also shal the ypocrytes hope come to naught.
14His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.
9Doth God heare him the sooner, whe he crieth vnto him in his necessite?
5the prayse of the vngodly hath bene shorte, and that the ioye of Ypocrytes continued but ye twincklinge of an eye?
7When an vngodly man dyeth, his hope is gone, the confydence of riches shal perish.
8The rightuous shalbe delyuered out of trouble, & the vngodly shal come in his steade.
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,
16he is euen the same, that maketh me whole: and why? there maye no Ypocrite come before him,
15What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
9For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the: Euery man also that seyth him, shall go backe. And why?
30For the wickednesse & synne of ye people, he maketh an ypocrite to reigne ouer the.
28The pacient abydinge of the rightuous shalbe turned to gladnesse, but the hope of the vngodly shal perish.
20As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shal be consumed, and not escape: their hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.
8Vertuous me therfore shall wel cosidre this, and the innocent shal take parte agaynst the Ypocrite.
6Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
7Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
32The vngodly is afrayed of euery parell, but the rightuous hath a good hope eue in death.
16that the poore maye haue hope, & that the mouth of the oppressoure maye be stopped.
9For he saieth: Though a ma be good, yet is he naught before God.
21For whath careth he, what become of his housholde after his death? whose monethes passe awaye swifter then an arowe.
11What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
6Therfore shal God cleane destroyethe, smyte the in peces, plucke the out of thy dwellinge, and rote the out of the londe of the lyuinge.
7Sela.The rightuous shal se this, & feare, and laugh him to scorne.
7Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
34For the congregacion of Ypocrites is vnfrutefull, & the fyre shal consume the houses of soch, as are gredy to receaue giftes.
6Where is now thy feare of God, thy stedfastnesse, thy pacience, and the perfectnesse of thy life?
20Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
21(Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
17Therfore shal the LORDE haue no pleasure in their yonge me, nether fauoure their fatherlesse and wydowes. For thei are altogether ypocrites and wicked, and all their mouthes speake foly. After all this shal not the LORDEs wrath ceasse, but yet his honde shalbe stretched out still.
28Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
14All his comforte and hope shalbe roted out of his dwellynge, very fearfulnesse shall brynge him to the kynge.
22His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
36What helpeth it a ma though he wane the whole worlde, and yet toke harme in his soule?
13As for soch as be fayned, dyssemblers and ypocrytes, they heape vp wrath for them selues: for they call not vpon him, though they be his presoners.
47Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
48O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
31He wil nether applye himself to faithfulnes ner treuth, so sore is he disceaued wt vanite.
29Yf I be then a wicked one, why haue I laboured in vayne?
13sayege: This is the porcion that the wicked shall haue of God, & the heretage that Tyrauntes shal receaue of ye Allmightie.
13Agayne, as for the vngodly, it shall not be well with him, nether shal he prologe his dayes: but euen as a shadowe, so shall he be that feareth not God.
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
19These are the wayes of all soch as be couetous, that one wolde rauysh anothers life.
18for the ende is not yet come, and thy pacient abydinge shal not be in vayne.
27The heauen shall declare his wickednesse, & the earth shal take parte agaynst him.
29He layeth his face vpon the earth, yf (percase) there happen to be eny hope.
22They plucke downe the mightie wt their power, & when they them selues are gotten vp, they are neuer without feare, as longe as they liue.
19When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.
5Which made heauen and earth, ye see and all that therin is, which kepeth his promise for euer