Job 29:17
I brake the chaftes of ye vnrightuous, & plucte the spoyle out of their teth.
I brake the chaftes of ye vnrightuous, & plucte the spoyle out of their teth.
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15 I was an eye vnto the blynde, & a fote to the lame.
16 I was a father vnto the poore, & whe I knew not their cause, I sought it out diligetly.
6 Breake their teth (o God) in their mouthes, smyte the chaft bones of the lyons whelpes in sonder, o LORDE.
14 This peoples tethe are swerdes, and with their chaft bones they consume and deuoure the symple of the earth, and the poore from amonge me.
7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.
11 When all they yt herde me, called me happie: & when all they yt sawe me, wysshed me good.
12 For I delyuered ye poore whe he cried, & the fatherlesse yt wanted helpe.
13 He yt shulde haue bene lost, gaue me a good worde, & ye widdowes hert praised me.
12 The vngodly layeth wayte for the iust, & gna?sheth vpon him wt his tethe.
10 The roaringe of the lyon, the cryenge off the lyonesse, & ye teth off ye lyos whelpes are broke.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
35 then wente I forth after him, and smote him, and delyuered it out of his mouth. And whan he wolde haue bene vpon me, I toke him by his beerde, and smote him, and slewe him.
15 Breake thou ye arme off the vngodly and malycious, search out the wickednesse which he hath done, that he maye perish.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
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.
18 Therfore, I thought verely, yt I shulde haue dyed in my nest: & yt my dayes shulde haue bene as many as the sondes of the see.
29 Therfore thy furiousnesse agaynst me, & thy pryde is come before me. I wil put a rynge in yi nose, & a bridle byt in the chawes of the, & turne the aboute, eue the same waye thou camest.
21 Dyd I euer lyft vp my honde to hurte the fatherlesse? Yee in the gate where I sawe my self to be in auctorite:
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
16 With ye gredy & scornefull ypocrites, they gna?shed vpon me with theirteth.
9 They spoyle the suckinge fatherlesse children, and put the poore in preson:
41 Yf I whet ye edge of my swerde, and my hande take holde of iudgment, then wyll I auenge me on myne enemies, and rewarde them that hate me.
39 Loke what was torne of beastes, I brought it not vnto ye, I was fayne to paie it my self: thou requyredest it of my hande, whether it were stollen fro me by daye or by night.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
17 Haue I eaten my porcion alone, that the fatherles hath had no parte with me?
23 for ye LORDE himself wyl defende their cause, and do violence vnto them yt haue vsed violence.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
9 Thou hast sent wyddowes awaye emptie and oppressed the poore fatherlesse.
14 My honde hath founde out the hoostes of the people, as it were a nest. And like as egges, that were layde here and there, are gathered together: So do I gather all countrees. And there is no man, yt darre be so bolde, as to touch a fether, that darre open his mouth, or once whisper.
17 For the armes of ye vngodly shalbe broken, but the LORDE vpholdeth the rightuous.
38 I wyl folowe vpon myne enemies, and destroye the: and wyl not turne backe agayne, tyll I haue broughte them to naught.
6 Yee a mightie & an innumerable people shall come vp in to my londe: these haue teth like the teth of lyons, & chaftbones like the lyonesses.
28 For so moch then as thou ragest agaynst me, and seynge thy presumpcion is come vp to myne eares, therfore wyll I put a rynge in thy nose, and a brydle bytt in thy lippes, and wyll brynge the agayne, euen the same waye thou camest.
17 Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre.
42 I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes.
31 The mouth of the iust wilbe talkynge of wysdome, but the tonge of the frowarde shal perish.
8 I wil come vpon them as a she beer, that is robbed of hir welpes, and I wil breake that stubburne herte of theirs. There wil I deuoure them as a lyon: yee the wylde beastes shal teare them.
2 wherthorow the poore are oppressed, on euery syde, and the innocetes of my people are there with robbed of iudgment: that wyddowes maye be youre praye, and that ye maye robbe the fatherlesse.
9 The enemie thought: I will folowe vpon them, and ouertake them, and deuyde ye spoyle, and coole my mynde vpon them. I wil drawe out my swerde, and my hande shal destroye them.
10 All my bones shal saie: LORDE, who is like vnto the? which delyuerest ye poore from those that are to stronge for him, yee the poore and the nedy from his robbers.
14 Who openeth the dore of his face? for he hath horrible tethe rounde aboute.
29 Then shall it no more be sayde: ye fathers haue eaten a sower grape, and the childrens teth are set on edge:
12 But the lyon spoyled ynough for his yonge ones, and deuoured for his lyonesse: he fylled his dennes with his pray, & his dwellinge place with that he had rauy?shed.
9 With yi mouth defende ye thinge yt is laufull and right, and ye cause of ye poore and helplesse.
41 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpo me, that I might destroye them that hate me.
4 I wil put an hoke in thy chawes, & hage all the fish in thy waters vpo thy skales: after yt I wil drawe the out of thy waters, yee & all the fish, of ye waters that hange vpon thy skales.