Job 6:2
O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
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3 for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
4 For 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.
1 Iob answered, and sayde:
1 Iob answered, and sayd:
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
6 let me be weyed in an eauen balaunce, that God maye se my innocency.
8 O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
10 The 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.
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
11 Or shulde I iustfie the false balaunces and the bagge of disceatfull weightes,
23 O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
5 And why? Iob hath sayde: I am rightuous, but God doth me wronge.
6 I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte.
35 O that I had one which wolde heare me. Lo, this is my cause. Let ye Allmightie geue me answere: & let him that is my cotrary party, sue me with a lybell.
36 Then shall I take it vpon my shulder, & as a garlade aboute my heade.
6 But 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.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
1 So Iob proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayenge:
2 O yt I were as I was in the monethes by past, & in the dayes whe God preserued me:
1 Iob also proceaded and wete forth in his communicacion, sayege:
2 As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:
36 O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he he hath turned himself to ye wicked:
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
12 O ye all that go fore by, beholde and se, yf there be eny sorowe like vnto myne, wherwith the LORDE hath troubled me, in the daye of his fearefull wrath.
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.
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.
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.
6 Wherfore I geue myne owne self ye blame, and take repentaunce in the dust and asshes.
2 and sayde:
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
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:
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
22 From the shall come all their aduersite: thou shalt plucke them awaye, eue as thou hast plucked me, because of all my wickednesse. For my sorow is very greate, and my herte is heuy.
7 Oh no, let him not do so with me. But let hym geue me like power to go to lawe, then am I sure to wynne my matter.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
15 Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.
5 That I might knowe, what answere he wolde geue me: & that I might vnderstonde, what he wolde saye vnto me.
8 But now will I speake off the LORDE, and talke of God:
13 O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntill thy wrath were stilled: & to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou mightest remembre me.