Job 30:28
Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
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Referenced Verses
- Ps 42:9 : 9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
- Ps 43:2 : 2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
- Ps 38:6 : 6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
- Job 19:7 : 7 Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
- Isa 53:3-4 : 3 He shalbe the most symple & despised of all, which yet hath good experience of sorowes & infirmities. We shal reken him so symple & so vyle, that we shal hyde oure faces fro him. 4 Howbeit (of a treuth) he only taketh awaye oure infirmite, & beareth oure payne: Yet we shal iudge him, as though he were plaged and cast downe of God:
- Lam 3:1-3 : 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. 3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
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- Job 30:25-273 verses78%
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.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
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6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
- Job 30:29-313 verses77%
29 But now. I am a copanyon of dragons, & a felowe of Esiriches.
30 My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
- Job 30:19-202 verses77%
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
20 Whe I crie vnto the, thou doest not heare me: & though I stonde before the, yet thou regardest me not.
- Ps 35:14-152 verses75%
14 I behaued myself as though it had bene my frende or my brother, I wete heuely, as one yt mourneth for his mother.
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.
- Job 16:15-162 verses75%
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.
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8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
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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.
- Isa 38:14-152 verses74%
14 Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.
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?
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3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
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17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
- Ps 42:3-42 verses73%
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
4 Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
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16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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17 I dwell not amonge the scorners, nether is my delyte therin: but I dwell only in the feare of thy honde, for thou hast fylled me with bytternes.
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8 I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
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2 The enemie crieth so, & the vngodly commeth on so fast: for they are mynded to do me some myschefe, so maliciously are they set agaynst me.
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1 Unto the wil I crie, o my stronge defence: thinke no scorne of me, lest (yf thou make the as though thou herdest not) I become like them, that go downe into ye pytte.
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24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
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7 Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
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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.
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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.
- Ps 142:1-22 verses72%
1 I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
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.
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7 when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
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7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
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4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
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9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
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8 Wherfore I wil mourne & make lamentacion, bare & naked will I go: I must mourne like ye dragos, & take sorow as ye Estriches:
- Ps 88:8-92 verses71%
8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
9 My sight fayleth for very trouble: LORDE, I call daylie vpo the, and stretch out my hondes vnto the.
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8 Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
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1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
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22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.
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10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
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2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
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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.
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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,
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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.
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34 For yf I had feared eny greate multitude of people: Or yf I had bene dispysed of ye symple, Oh then shulde I haue bene afrayed. Thus haue I quyetly spent my lyfe, and not gone out at ye dore.
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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.