Job 33:10
But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
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11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
12 His men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellinge rounde aboute.
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite.
11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
10 Go not farre fro me, o God: my God, haist the to helpe me.
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 Yff I haue rewarded euell vnto the yt dealt frendly wt me or hurte the yt wt out eny cause are myne enemies:
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.
7 Therfore myne enemy shalbe founde as the vngodly, & he yt taketh parte agaynst me, as the vnrightuous.
3 My herte is heuy within me, and the feare of death is fallen vpon me.
12 But it is thou my companyon, my gyde and myne owne familier frede.
19 Considre how myne enemies are many, and beare a malicious hate agaynst me.
10 For why, I herde so many derisios and blasphemies, yee euen of myne owne companyons, and off soch as were conuersaunte with me: which wente aboute, to make me afrayed sayenge: vpon him, let vs go vpon him, to feare him, and make him holde his tonge: yt we maye ouercome him, and be avenged off him.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
10 He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
12 He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
29 Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
19 But myne enemies lyue, and are mightie: and they that hate me without a cause, are many in nombre.
8 Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me.
16 Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure.
17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
9 I am clene without eny fawte, I am innocent, & there is no wickednesse in me.
4 Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
8 Myne aduocate speaketh for me, who wil then go with me to lawe? Let vs stode one agaynst another: yf there be eny that wil reason with me, let him come here forth to me.
5 Myne enemies speake euell vpo me: whan shal he dye, and his name perishe?
7 All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
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:
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
32 The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.
22 Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
3 For the loue that I had vnto them, they take now my contrary parte, but I geue my self vnto prayer.
19 O let the not triuphe ouer me, that are myne enemies for naught: O let them not wyncke wt their eyes, that hate me without a cause.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
11 By this I knowe thou fauourest me, that my enemie shal not triumphe ouer me.
13 & my path haue they clene marred. It was so easy for them to do me harme, that they neded no man to helpe the.
15 But in my aduersite they reioyse, and gather them together: yee ye very lame come together agaynst me vnawarres, makynge mowes at me, & ceasse not.
27 Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
5 They vexe me daylie in my wordes: all yt they ymagin, is to do me euell.