Job 35:10
For soch one neuer sayeth: Where is God that made me? ad yt shyneth vpon vs, that we might prayse him in the night?
For soch one neuer sayeth: Where is God that made me? ad yt shyneth vpon vs, that we might prayse him in the night?
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11 Which geueth vs more vnderstodinge then he doth the beastes of the earth, and teacheth vs more then the foules off heaue.
12 Yf eny soch complayne, no ma geueth answere, and yt because of the wickednesse off proude tyrauntes.
9 there is a greate crie & coplaynte made by the that are oppressed with violence, yee eueryman complayneth vpon the cruell arme of tyrauntes.
19 the shewe me where light dwelleth, and where darcknes is:
3 Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.
8 I wil saye vnto God my stony rock: why hast thou forgotten me? why go I thus heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
10 daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?
6 Let the darckstorme ouercome ye night, let it not be reckened amonge the dayes off the yeare, ner counted in the monethes.
7 Despysed be that night, and discommended: let them that curse the daye,
29 Yf he delyuer & graunte pardo, who will iudge or condemne? But yf he hyde awaye his countenaunce, who wil turne it aboute agayne, whether it be to the people or to eny man?
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
2 O my God, I crie in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
12 For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
20 Thou makest darcknesse, that it maye be night, wherin all the beastes of the forest do moue.
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
3 Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?
9 Let the starres be dymme thorow darcknesse of it. Let it loke for light, but let it se none, nether the rysynge vp of the fayre mornynge:
10 because it shut not vp the wombe that bare me, ner hyd these sorowes fro myne eyes.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
23 To the man whose waye is hyd, which God kepeth backe from him.
10 He doth greate thinges, soch as are vnsearcheable, yee and wonders without nombre.
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
2 Wherfore shal the Heithen saye: where is now their God?
9 Doth God heare him the sooner, whe he crieth vnto him in his necessite?
10 Hath he soch pleasure & delyte in the Allmightie, that he darre allwaye call vpon God?
12 How commeth a man then by wy?dome? Where is the place that men fynde vnderstondinge?
8 The LORDE maketh the vij. starres and the Oryons, he turneth the night in to daye, and off the daye he maketh darcknesse. He calleth ye waters of the see, and poureth them out vpon the playne grounde: the LORDE is his name.
13 with a vision in the night, when men are fallen a slepe.
20 Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
8 But now will I speake off the LORDE, and talke of God:
13 Who ruleth the earth in his steade? Or, whom hath he set to gouerne the whole worlde?
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
13 Why doest thou then stryue agaynst him, because he geueth the no accomptes of all his doinges?
2 what is he, that hydeth his mynde with foolysh wordes?
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.
12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
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 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
23 Who wil reproue him of his waye? who wil saye vnto him: thou hast done wronge?
13 And forgettest the LORDE that made the, that spred out the heauens, and layde the foundacion of the earth. But thou art euer afrayde for the sight of thyne oppressoure, which is ready to do harme: Where is the wrath of the oppressoure?
1 Consideringe then that there is no tyme hyd from the Allmightie, how happeneth it, that they which knowe him, wil not regarde his dayes?
7 where wast thou when the mornynge starres gaue me prayse, ad when all the angels of God reioysed?
20 From whece then commeth wy?dome? & where is the place of vnderstondinge?
20 Prolonge not thou the tyme, till there come a night for the, to set other people in thy steade.
27 How maye then Iacob thinke, or how maye Israel saye: My wayes are hyd from the LORDE, and my God knoweth not of my iudgmentes.
9 For he saieth: Though a ma be good, yet is he naught before God.