Job 6:3

Coverdale Bible (1535)

for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.

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Referenced Verses

  • Prov 27:3 : 3 The stone is heuy, and the sonde weightie: but a fooles wrath is heuyer then they both.
  • Matt 11:28 : 28 Come vnto me all ye that laboure and are laden, and I wil ease you.
  • Job 23:2 : 2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
  • Job 37:19-20 : 19 Teach vs what we shal saye vnto hi, for we are vnmete because of darcknes. 20 Shal it be tolde him, what I saye? Shulde a man speake, or shulde he kepe it backe?
  • Ps 40:5 : 5 O LORDE my God, greate are yi wonderous workes which thou hast done: & in thy thoughtes towarde vs there maye none be lickened vnto the.
  • Ps 77:4 : 4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,

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  • Job 6:1-2
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    1 Iob answered, and sayde:

    2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:

  • 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.

  • Job 3:24-25
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    24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

    25 For the thynge that I feared, is come vpon me: and the thynge that I was afrayed of, is happened vnto me.

  • Job 6:7-11
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    7 The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.

    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?

  • Lam 3:6-7
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    6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.

    7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.

  • 23 O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:

  • 16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

  • 20 Shal it be tolde him, what I saye? Shulde a man speake, or shulde he kepe it backe?

  • 4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • Job 16:6-7
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    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

  • 6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.

  • 19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.

  • 13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,

  • 2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.

  • Lam 3:16-18
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    16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.

    17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.

    18 I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.

  • 4 For my wickednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are like a sore burthen, to heuy forme to beare.

  • 11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.

  • Job 7:11-12
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    11 Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.

    12 Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?

  • 18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.

  • 23 For I haue euer feared ye vengeaunce & punyshmet of God, & knew very well, yt I was not able to beare his burthe.

  • 19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.

  • 3 Thou haddest cast me downe depe in ye middest off the see, and the floude compased me aboute: yee all thy wawes and rowles of water went ouer me,

  • 36 Then shall I take it vpon my shulder, & as a garlade aboute my heade.

  • 6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.

  • 9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.

  • Lam 3:53-54
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    53 They haue put downe my life in to a pitte, and layed a stone vpon me.

    54 They poured water vpon my heade, then thought I: now am I vndone.

  • 18 For I am full of wordes, & the sprete that is within me, copelleth me.

  • 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.

  • 9 His length exceadeth the length of the earth, and his bredth ye bredth of the see.

  • 2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?

  • 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.

  • 11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,

  • 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.

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    6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.

  • 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:

  • 12 For innumerable troubles are come aboute me: my synnes haue taken soch holde vpon me, that I am not able to loke vp: yee they are mo in nombre then the hayres of my heade, and my hert hath fayled me.

  • 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.

  • 11 Shuldest thou the se no darcknesse? Shulde not the water floude runne ouer the?