Job 33:11
he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
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26that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
27Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
10But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
10He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
12He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at.
4Doth not he se my wayes, & tell all my goinges?
32It is God that hath gyrded me with stregth and made my waye vncorrupte.
33He hath made my fete like hartes fete, and set me vp an hye.
8He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
33God hath stregthed me with power, and made playne a perfecte waye for me.
34He hath made my fete like hartes fete, & hath set me vp an hye.
10But as for my waye, he knoweth it: & trieth me as ye golde in ye fyre.
11Neuertheles my fete kepe his path, his hye strete haue I holden, and not gone out of it.
2He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
5Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
7His presumptuous goinges shal be kepte in, and his owne councell shal cast him downe.
8For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
16For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.
11God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked.
12I 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.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
11For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
12Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye 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.
3I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
6They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
21And why? his eyes loke vpon the wayes of man, and he seyth all his goinges.
6knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
2Neuerthelesse my fete were allmost gone, my treadinges had wel nye slipte.
37Thou hast enlarged my goinge vnder me, and myne ankles haue not slyded.
14He rewardeth me into my bosome, & many other thinges mo doth he, as he maye by his power.
36Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
3For lo, there is not a worde i my toge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
15Myne eyes are euer lokynge vnto the LORDE, for he shal plucke my fete out of ye nett.
10The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
11Fearfulnesse shal make him afrayed on euery syde, that he shall not knowe, where to get out.
37I haue tolde the nombre of my goinges, and delyuered them vnto him as to a prynce.
8But yf they be layed in preson and cheynes, or bounde with the bondes of pouerte:
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
16For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.