Job 30:31

Coverdale Bible (1535)

my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.

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Referenced Verses

  • Lam 5:15 : 15 The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.
  • Dan 6:18 : 18 So the kynge wente in to his palace, and kepte him sober all night, so that there was no table spred before him, nether coude he take eny slepe.
  • Ps 137:1-4 : 1 By the waters of Babilon we sat downe and wepte, when we remebred Sion. 2 As for oure harpes, we hanged them vp vpon the trees, that are therin. 3 The, they that led vs awaye captyue, requyred of vs a songe and melody in or heuynes: synge vs one of the songes of Sion. 4 How shal we synge the LORDES songe in a strauge lode?
  • Eccl 3:4 : 4 A tyme to wepe, and a tyme to laugh: A tyme to mourne, and a tyme to daunse:
  • Isa 21:4 : 4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
  • Isa 22:12 : 12 And at the same tyme shal ye LORDE of hoostes cal me to wepinge mourninge, to baldnesse and puttinge on of sack clothe.
  • Isa 24:7-9 : 7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe. 8 The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende: 9 there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,

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  • 30My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:

  • 15The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.

  • Job 30:27-28
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    27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.

    28Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the

  • Isa 16:10-11
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    10Myrth and chere was gone out of ye felde & vynyardes, in so moch, that no man was glad ner sunge. There wete no treader in to the wynepresse, their mery chere was layde downe.

    11Wherfore my bely robled (as it had bene a lute) for Moabs sake, & myne inwarde membres, for the bryck walles sake.

  • Ps 31:9-10
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    9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

    10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.

  • 4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • Job 30:16-17
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    16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

    17My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.

  • 11Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.

  • 5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.

  • Job 16:15-16
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    15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.

    16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.

  • Job 17:6-7
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    6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.

    7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.

  • 18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:

  • 8Make yi mone as a virgin doth, yt gyrdeth her selfe with sacke, because of hir bryde grome.

  • 31Therfore shal there mournynge be made for Moab, and euery ma shal crie for Moabs sake: a lamentacion shalbe made, to the men that stonde vpon the wall.

  • 21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 10Youre hye feastes will I turne to sorow, and youre songes to mournynge: I wil brynge sack cloth vpo all backes, & baldnes vpo euery heade: yee soch a mournynge wil I sende them, as is made vpon an only begotten sonne, and they shall haue a miserable ende.

  • Lam 1:20-21
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    72%

    20Considre (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.

    21They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.

  • Lam 1:12-13
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    12O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.

    13From 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.

  • Isa 24:7-8
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    7The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.

    8The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:

  • 4Fearfullnesse and tremblinge are come vpon me, and an horrible drede hath ouerwhelmed me.

  • 36Wherfore my herte mourneth for Moab, like a crowde playenge an heuy songe: and for the mens sake off the bricke wall my herte mourneth also, euen as a pype, that pipeth a dolefull songe: for they shalbe very fewe, and destroyed.

  • 16Therfore 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.

  • 6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.

  • Lam 3:3-4
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    3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.

    4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.

  • 3Vpon an instrumet of ten strynges, vpon the lute and with a songe vpon the harpe.

  • 2As for oure harpes, we hanged them vp vpon the trees, that are therin.

  • 3For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

  • 17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

  • 38But yf case be that my londe crie agaynst me, or yt the forowes therof make eny complaynte:

  • 21I am sore vexed, because of the hurte of my people: I am heuy and abashed,

  • 24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

  • 3Now 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.

  • 11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.

  • 14I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge.

  • 25Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?

  • 14I 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.

  • 10My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.

  • 20My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken. My children are gone fro me, ad can no where be founde. Now haue I none to sprede out my tente, or to set vp my hanginges.

  • 4Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.

  • 8Wherfore I wil mourne & make lamentacion, bare & naked will I go: I must mourne like ye dragos, & take sorow as ye Estriches: