Job 33:19
he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
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20 so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
21 In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
22 His soule draweth on to destruccion, & his life to death.
22 Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
18 kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
3 The LORDE shal refresh him, when he lyeth sick vpon his bedd, yee thou makest his bed in all his sicknesse.
11 From his youth his bones are ful of vyce, which shal lie downe wt him in ye earth.
17 All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
13 From 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.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
18 The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
2 For thy arowes stick fast in me, and thy honde presseth me sore.
3 There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
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.
25 Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.
5 For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
20 The vngodly despayreth all the dayes of his life, & the nombre of a tyrauntes yeares is vnknowne.
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.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
19 Greate are ye troubles of the rightuous, but the LORDE delyuereth them out of all.
20 He kepeth all their bones, so yt not one of them is broken.
3 With 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.
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7 For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
14 I 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.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
24 Sorow and carefulnesse make him afrayed, & copasse him rounde aboute, like as it were a kinge with his hoost redy to the battayll.
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
17 Beholde, happie is the man, whom God punysheth: therfore, despyse not thou ye chastenynge of the Allmighty.
18 For though he make a wounde, he geueth a medicyne agayne: though he smyte, his honde maketh whole agayne.
21 Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.
12 Honger shalbe his substaunce, and my?fortune shall hange vpon him.
39 Wherfore them murmureth the lyuinge man? let him murmoure at his owne synne,
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
18 They hurte his fete in the stockes, the yron pearsed his herte.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
18 Let it be vnto him as the cloke that he hath vpon him, and as the gyrdle that he is gyrded withall.
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
35 They wounded me (shalt thou saie) but it hath not hurte me, they smote me, but I felt it not. Whe I am wel wakened, I wil go to ye drynke agayne.