Job 30:16
Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
15 Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
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.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
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.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
10 Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
4 Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.
3 I am couted as one of the that go downe vnto the pytte, I am eue as a ma that hath no stregth.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
3 The snares of death copased me rounde aboute, the paynes of hell gat holde vpon me,
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,
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
13 From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
20 Yee thou shalt remebre them, for my soule melteth awaye in me.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
20 Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.
16 Turne the vnto me and haue mercy vpon me, for I am desolate and in misery.
17 The sorowes of my herte are greate, O brynge me out of my troubles.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
2 When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
3 I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
16 Thy wroth full displeasure goeth ouer me, the feare of the oppresseth me.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
28 My soule melteth awaye for very heuynesse, o set me vp acordinge vnto thy worde.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
16 Therfore do I wepe, and myne eyes gusshe out of water: for the coforter that shulde quycken me, is farre fro me. My children are dryuen awaye, for why? the enemie hath gotten the ouer honde.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
6 The paynes of hell came aboute me, and the snares of death had ouertaken me.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.