Job 32:18
For I am full of wordes, & the sprete that is within me, copelleth me.
For I am full of wordes, & the sprete that is within me, copelleth me.
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19Beholde, I am as the new wyne which hath no vente, & bursteth the new vessels in sunder.
20Therfore wil I speake, that I maye haue vete: I wil open my lyppes, and make answere.
17I haue a good hope for my parte to shappe him an answere & to shewe him my meanynge.
11Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
12Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
18He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
3for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
4For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
9Wherfore, I thought from hence forth, not to speake of him, ner to preach eny more in his name. But the worde off the LORDE was a very burnynge fyre in my hert and in my bones, which when I wolde haue stopped, I might not.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
4Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
3My hert shall ordre my wordes a right, & my lyppes shal talke of pure wy?dome.
4The sprete of God hath made me, & the breth of the Allmightie hath geue me my life.
3I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.
19What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
3My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
2For the same cause do my thoughtes compell me to answere. And why? my mynde is tossed here and there.
3I haue sufficiently herde the checkynge & reprofe, therfore am I purposed to make answere after my vnderstodinge.
3With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.
1it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
13Beholde, I wil crasshe you in sonder, like as a wayne crassheth, yt is full of sheaues:
3For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
8As for me, I am full of strength, & of ye sprete of ye LORDE, full of iudgment & boldnesse: to shewe the house of Iacob their wickednesse, & the house of Israel their synne.
18With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
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.
11And therfore I am so full of thy indignacion (o LORDE) that I maye suffre no longer. Shed out thy wrath vpon the children that are without, and vpon all yonge men. Yee the man must be taken presoner with the wife, and the aged with the crepel.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
14I haue longe holden my peace (saieth the LORDE) shulde I therfore be still, and kepe sylence for euer? I will crie like a trauelinge woman, and once wil I destroye, and deuoure.
1My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
3Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
13Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
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.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
10The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
10Therfore wil I speake also (in so farre as I maye be herde) & wil shewe yow myne opinyon.
25For I shall fede the hongrie soule, and refresh all faynte hertes.
2For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.