Job 3:20
Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
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21 (Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
22 they wolde be maruelous glad, as those that dygge vp treasure)
23 To the man whose waye is hyd, which God kepeth backe from him.
25 Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.
17 All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
28 Yee he hath delyuered my soule from destruccion, & my life, that it seyth ye light.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
30 that he kepeth his soule from perishinge, & latteth him enioye the light of ye lyuinge.
39 Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
2 He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
19 There are small and greate: the bonde man, and he that is fre fro his master.
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.
10 Soch as sat in darcknesse and in the shadowe of death, beynge fast bounde in misery & yron.
26 he geueth vnto ma, what it pleaseth him: whether it be wy?dome. vnderstondinge, or gladnesse. But vnto the synner he geueth weerynes and sorow, that he maye gather and heape together ye thinge, yt afterwarde shalbe geuen vnto him whom it pleaseth God. This is now a vayne thinge, yee a very disquietnesse and vexacio of mynde.
19 the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:
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:
21 afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:
22 yee into that darck clowdy londe & deadly shadowe, where as is no ordre, but terrible feare as in the darcknesse.
20 For he thinketh not moch how longe he shal lyue, for so moch as God fylleth his hert with gladnesse.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
20 so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
26 Yet neuerthelesse where as I loked for good, euell happened vnto me: and where as I waited for light, there came darcknesse.
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,
22 Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
17 Thus begane I to be weery of my life, in so moch that I coude awaye with nothinge that is done vnder the Sonne, for all was but vanite & vexacion of mynde:
12 So I perceaued, yt in these thinges there is nothinge better for a man, the to be mery & to do well so longe as he lyueth.
9 Let the starres be dymme thorow darcknesse of it. Let it loke for light, but let it se none, nether the rysynge vp of the fayre mornynge:
23 but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
10 For as touchinge the trauayle and carefulnesse which God hath geuen vnto me, I se that he hath geuen it them, to be exercised in it.
3 Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?
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.
17 How oft shal the candle of ye wicked be put out? how oft commeth their destruccion vpon them? O what sorowe shall God geue them for their parte in his wrath?
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?
6 For euery thinge wil haue opportunite and iudgment, and this is the thinge that maketh men full of carefulnes & sorowe.
4 The same daye be turned to darcknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, nether be shyned vpo wt light:
3 It is better to be sory then to laugh, for whe the countenaunce is heuy, the herte is ioyfull.
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
17 There must the wicked ceasse from their tyranny, there soch as are ouerlaboured, be at rest:
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
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?
20 The vngodly despayreth all the dayes of his life, & the nombre of a tyrauntes yeares is vnknowne.
6 The light shalbe darcke in his dwellinge, & his candle shalbe put out with him.
22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
22 Wherfore I perceaue, yt there is nothyinge better for a man, then to be ioyfull in his laboure, for that is his porcion. But who wil brynge him to se the thinge, that shal come after him?
8 Yf a man lyue many yeares, and be glad in them all, let him remembre the dayes of darcknesse, which shalbe many: & when they come, all thinges shalbe but vanite.