Job 31:27
Hath my hert medled priuely wt eny disceate? Or, dyd I euer kysse myne owne honde
Hath my hert medled priuely wt eny disceate? Or, dyd I euer kysse myne owne honde
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24 Haue I put my trust in golde? Or, haue I sayde to the fynest golde of all: thou art my cofidence?
25 Haue I reioysed because my substaunce was greate, and because my honde gat so moch?
26 Dyd I euer greatly regarde the rysinge of the Sonne? Or, had I the goinge downe of ye Moone in greate reputacion?
7 Yf so be that I haue withdrawen my fote out of the right waye, yf my hert hath folowed myne eyesight, yf I haue stayned or defyled my hodes:
9 Yf my hert hath lusted after my neghbours wife, or yf I haue layed wayte at his dore:
10 O then let my wife be another mans harlot, and let other lye with her.
28 (that were a wickednesse worthy to be punyshed, for then shulde I haue denyed the God that is aboue.)
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
30 I neuer suffred my mouth to do soch a sinne, as to wysh him euell.
5 Yf I haue cleued vnto vanite, or yf my fete haue runne to disceaue:
3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
12 Why doth thine herte make the so proude? Why stondest thou so greatly in thine owne conceate? Where vnto loke thine eyes,
33 Haue I euer done eny wicked dede where thorow I shamed my self before men: Or eny abhominacion, yt I was fayne to hyde it?
3 Thou hast proued & visited myne herte in the night season: thou hast tried me in the fyre, & hast founde no wickednes in me: for I vtterly purposed, that my mouth shulde not offende.
4 Because of the wordes of thy lippes, I haue kepte me fro the workes of men, in ye waye off the murthurer.
32 Yf thou be so foolish to magnifie yi self, or medlest wt eny soch thinge, the laye thine hade vpon yi mouth.
21 Dyd I euer lyft vp my honde to hurte the fatherlesse? Yee in the gate where I sawe my self to be in auctorite:
1 I made a couenaunt wt myne eyes, yt I wolde not loke vpo a dasell.
4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
3 when his light shyned vpon my heade: whe I wente after the same light & shyne eue thorow the darcknesse.
4 As it stode wt me, whe I was welthy & had ynough: whe God prospered my house:
3 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
11 Thy wordes haue I hyd within my herte, yt I shulde not synne agaynst the.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
13 she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:
5 Marck me well, be aba?shed, and laye youre hade vpon youre mouth.
15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
1 At this my hert is astonnied, and moued out of his place.
13 With my lippes wil I be tellynge out all the iudgmentes of thy mouth.
4 whyle my breth is in me, and as longe as the wynde (that God hath geuen me) is in my nostrels.
3 My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
3 Set a watch (o LORDE) before my mouth, yee a watch at the dore of my lippes.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
16 When the poore desyred enythinge at me, haue I denyed it them? Haue I caused ye wyddowe stonde waytinge for me in vayne?
11 Neuertheles my fete kepe his path, his hye strete haue I holden, and not gone out of it.
12 I haue not forsaken the comaundemet of his lippes, but loke what he charged me with his mouth, that haue I shutt vp in my herte.
1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
16 yee my reynes shalbe very glad, yf yi lyppes speake the thinge yt is right.
2 Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
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.
16 He that refrayneth her, refrayneth the wynde, and holdeth oyle fast in his hode.
13 Shulde I then clense my hert in vayne (thought I) & wash my hondes in innocency?
1 Lorde, I am not hye mynded, I haue no proude lokes.
3 His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande embraceth me.
16 Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
25 yt thou lust not after her beuty in thine herte, & lest thou be take wt hir fayre lokes.
37 I haue tolde the nombre of my goinges, and delyuered them vnto him as to a prynce.
20 Soch is the waye also of a wyfe yt breaketh wedlocke, which wypeth hir mouth like as wha she hath eate, & sayeth: As for me, I haue done no harme.