Job 6:3
for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
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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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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?