Job 29:18
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.
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.
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19 For my rote was spred out by the waters syde, & the dew laye vpo my corne.
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
17 I brake the chaftes of ye vnrightuous, & plucte the spoyle out of their teth.
23 Sure I am, yt thou wilt delyuer me vnto death: where as a lodgyng is prepared for all me
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
18 Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the.
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,
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
10 Who can tell the dust of Iacob, & the nombre of the fourth parte of Israel? My soule die ye death of ye righteous, and my ende be as the ende of these.
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.
13 Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
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 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
11 My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
15 What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
8 O then is it reason that I sowe, and another eate: yee that my generacion and posterite be clene roted out.
23 One dyeth now when he is mightie & at his best, rich and in prosperite:
3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
4 As it stode wt me, whe I was welthy & had ynough: whe God prospered my house:
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
6 As for me, whe I was in prosperite, I sayde: Tush, I shal neuer fall more. (And why? thou LORDE of thy goodnesse haddest made my hill so stronge.)
26 I wyll saye: Where are they? I shall make their remembraunce to ceasse from amonge men.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
26 Now slepe they both a like in the earth, & the wormes couer them.
9 Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
12 Thou saydest: I wyll do the good, and wyll make thy sede as the sonde of ye see, which can not be nombred for multitude.
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27 Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches.
26 When I herde this, I came agayne to myself, and mused, like as I had bene waked out of a swete slepe.
17 I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.