Job 31:38
But yf case be that my londe crie agaynst me, or yt the forowes therof make eny complaynte:
But yf case be that my londe crie agaynst me, or yt the forowes therof make eny complaynte:
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39 yf I haue eaten the frutes therof vnpayed for, yee yf I haue greued eny of the plow men:
37 I haue tolde the nombre of my goinges, and delyuered them vnto him as to a prynce.
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:
8 O then is it reason that I sowe, and another eate: yee that my generacion and posterite be clene roted out.
12 yee a fyre that vtterly shulde consume, & rote out all my substaunce.
13 Dyd I euer thynke scorne to do right vnto my seruautes and maydens, when they had eny matter agaynst me?
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?
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
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.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
5 But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
25 Dyd not I wepe in ye tyme of trouble? Had not my soule copassion vpo ye poore?
35 O that I had one which wolde heare me. Lo, this is my cause. Let ye Allmightie geue me answere: & let him that is my cotrary party, sue me with a lybell.
31 my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
3 The plowers plowed vpo my backe, & made loge forowes.
16 My desyre is, yt myne enemies triumphe not ouer me: for yf my fote slippe, they reioyse greatly against me.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
16 When the poore desyred enythinge at me, haue I denyed it them? Haue I caused ye wyddowe stonde waytinge for me in vayne?
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
28 In so moch that they haue caused ye voyce of the poore to come vnto him, & now he heareth the coplaynte of soch as are in necessite.
17 The sede shal perish in the grounde, the garners shall lye waist, the floores shalbe broken downe, for the corne shalbe destroied.
18 O what a sighinge make the catell? the bullockes are very euel likynge, because they haue no pasture: and the shepe are fame?shed awaye.
19 O LORDE, to the will I crie: for the fyre hath consumed the goodly pastures of the wyldernesse, and the flame hath brent vp all the trees of the felde.
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
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?
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.
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?
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.
3 O LORDE my God, yff I haue done eny soch thinge: yf there be eny vnrightuousnes in my hades:
31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
4 Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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.
31 Therfore 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.
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.
8 Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
17 But yf ye wil not heare me, that geue you secrete warnynge, I will mourne fro my whole herte for youre stubburnesse. Piteously will I wepe, and the teares shall gushe out of myne eyes. For the LORDES flocke shal be caried awaye captiue.
25 Haue I reioysed because my substaunce was greate, and because my honde gat so moch?
12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
14 Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence?