Job 3:21
(Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
(Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
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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.
20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
25 Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.
26 Now slepe they both a like in the earth, & the wormes couer them.
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.
6 And in those dayes shal me seke deeth, and shal not fynde it: and shal desyre to dye, and death shal flye from them.
13 Verely no man can tell how worthy a thinge she is, nether is she foude in the lode of the lyuynge.
21 For whath careth he, what become of his housholde after his death? whose monethes passe awaye swifter then an arowe.
6 Who so hoordeth vp riches wt ye disceatfulnes of his tonge, he is a foole, & like vnto them that seke their owne death.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
32 Yet shal he be brought to his graue, and watch amonge the heape of the deed.
33 The shal he be fayne to be buried amoge the stones by the broke syde. All men must folowe him, & there are innumerable gone before him.
24 Now vse not me to do violece vnto the, yt are destroyed allready: but where hurte is done, there vse thei to helpe.
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:
3 Yf a man begett an hundreth children, and lyue many yeares, so that his dayes are many in nombre, and yet can not enioye his good, nether be buried: as for him I saye, that an vntymely byrth is better then he.
13 They spende their dayes in welthynesse: but sodenly they go downe to hell.
5 Morouer, he seyth not the Sonne, and knoweth of no rest nether here ner there:
6 Yee though he lyued two thousande yeares, yet hath he no good life. Come not all to one place?
7 All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.
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
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
2 Wherfore I iudged those that are deed, to be more happie then soch as be alyue:
3 yee him that is yet vnborne to be better at ease the they both, because he seith not the miserable workes that are done vnder the Sonne.
10 What so euer thou takest in hande to do, that do with all thy power: for amoge the deed (where as thou goest vnto) there is nether worke, councell, knowlege ner wy?dome.
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
20 Prolonge not thou the tyme, till there come a night for the, to set other people in thy steade.
19 When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.
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?
5 For in death no man remebreth the: Oh who wil geue the thankes in the hell?
24 then she was before, yee & so depe that I might not reach vnto her.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
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.
25 For who maye eate, drynke, or brynge eny thige to passe without him? And why?
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.
5 for they that be lyuynge, knowe yt they shall dye: but they yt be deed, knowe nothinge, nether deserue they eny more. For their memoriall is forgotte,
20 Like as hell & destruccion are neuer full, euen so the eyes of me can neuer be satisfied.
12 Who so listeth to lyue, & wolde fayne se good dayes.
4 yf thou sekest after her as after money, and dyggest for her as for treasure:
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:
20 For he thinketh not moch how longe he shal lyue, for so moch as God fylleth his hert with gladnesse.
21 and be taken awaye so clene, that none of the shall remayne, but be deed, or euer they be awarre off it.
18 For hell prayseth not the, death doth not magnifie the. They that go downe into the graue, prayse not thy treuth:
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.