Job 31:15
He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
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14 But seynge that God wil sytt in iudgment, what shal I do? And for so moch as he wil nedes vyset me, what answere shal I geue him?
13 I wil geue thakes vnto the, for I am woderously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well.
14 My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
15 Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
16 my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them
16 When the poore desyred enythinge at me, haue I denyed it them? Haue I caused ye wyddowe stonde waytinge for me in vayne?
8 Thy hondes haue made me, & fashioned me alltogether rounde aboute, wilt thou then destroye me sodely?
9 O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt brynge me to earth agayne.
10 Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?
11 Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
17 because he slewe me not, as soone as I came out off my mothers wombe, and because my mother was not my graue hirselff, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her.
18 Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
11 Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe?
12 Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
18 (for mercy grewe vp with me fro my youth, & compassion fro my mothers wombe.)
19 Haue I sene eny man perish thorow nakednes & want of clothinge? Or, eny poore man for lack of rayment,
20 whose sydes thanked me not, because he was warmed wt ye woll of my shepe?
9 But thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wobe: thou wast my hope, when I hanged yet vpon my mothers brestes.
10 I haue bene left vnto the euer sence I was borne, thou art my God, eue fro my mothers wombe.
9 Wo be vnto him that chydeth wt his maker, the potsherde with the potter. Saieth ye claye to the potter: What makest thou? or, yi worke serueth for nothige?
10 Wo be vnto him, yt saieth to his father: why begettest thou? And to his mother: why bearest thou?
11 Thus saieth the LORDE, euen the holy one & maker of Israel: Axe me of thinges for to come, concernynge my sonnes: and put me in remebraunce, as touchinge the workes of my hodes:
20 O thou man, who art thou, that disputest with God? Sayeth the worke to his workman: Why hast thou made me on this fashion?
21 Hath not the potter power, out of one lompe of claye to make one vessell vnto honoure, and another vnto dishonoure?
5 Before I fasshioned the in thy mothers wobe, I dyd knowe the: And or euer thou wast borne, I sanctified the, & ordened the, to be a prophet vnto the people.
7 Art thou the first man, that euer was borne? Or, wast thou made before the hylles?
5 Beholde, I was borne in wickednesse, and in synne hath my mother conceaued me.
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.
14 What is man, that he shulde be vncleane? what hath he (which is borne of a woman) wherby he might be knowne to be rightuous?
50 Hath not my hande made all these thinges?
5 Now like as thou knowest not the waye of the wynde, ner how ye bones are fylled in a mothers wombe: Euen so thou knowest not the workes of God, which is the workemaster of all.
4 The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
17 Maye a man be iustified before God? Maye there eny man be iudged to be clene, by reason of his owne workes?
4 Where wast thou, when I layed ye foundacions of the earth? Tell planely yff thou hast vnderstondinge.
9 For thus sayeth the LORDE: Am I he that maketh other to beare, and beare not my self? Am not I he that beareth, and maketh baren? saieth thy God.
1 Herken vnto me, ye Iles, and take hede ye people from farre: The LORDE hath called me fro my byrth, and made mecion of my name fro my mothers wobe:
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
2 My sonne, thou sonne of my body: O my deare beloued sonne,
6 I am become a wonder vnto the multitude, but my sure trust is in the.
29 Out of whose wobe came the yse? who hath gendred the coldnes of ye ayre?
16 Which ymaginacion of yours is euen as when the potters claye taketh advisemet, as though the worke might saye to ye worke master: make me not, or as when an erthen vessel saieth of the potter: he vnderstondeth not.
24 For thus saieth the LORDE thy redemer, euen he that fashioned the from thy mothers wombe: I am the LORDE, which do all thinges my self alone. I only haue spred out the heauens, and I only haue layde the foundacion of the earth.
6 Beholde, before God am I euen as thou, for I am fashioned and made eue of the same moulde.
2 For how greate a porcio shal I haue of God fro aboue? & what enheritauce fro ye Almightie on hie?
8 Who shutt the see with dores, when it brake forth as a childe out off his mothers wombe?
36 Who geueth sure wisdome, or stedfast vnderstodinge?
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,