Job 6:8
O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
O that I might haue my desyre: O yt God wolde graunte me the thynge, that I longe for:
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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?
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.
3 O that I might se him & fynde him: O that I might come before his seate,
4 to pleate my cause before him, and to fyll my mouth with argumentes:
5 That I might knowe, what answere he wolde geue me: & that I might vnderstonde, what he wolde saye vnto me.
6 Wil he pleate agaynst me with his greate power & strength, or wyll he leane him self vtterly vpon me?
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.
23 O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
2 O that my misery weere weyed, and my punyshment layed in the balaunces:
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.
7 The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
9 LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.
21 Though a body might pleate wt God, as one man doth with another,
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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.
8 But now will I speake off the LORDE, and talke of God:
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 O yt I were as I was in the monethes by past, & in the dayes whe God preserued me:
7 Two thinges I requyre of the, that thou wilt not denye me before I dye.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
5 O that God wolde speake, and open his lippes agaynst the,
36 O father, let Iob be well tryed, because he he hath turned himself to ye wicked:
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
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.
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.
21 Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
13 Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
5 O that my wayes were stablished to kepe thy statutes.
3 Neuerthelesse I am purposed to talke with the Allmightie, and my desyre is to comon with God.
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
1 O who will geue my heade water ynough, & a well of teares for myne eyes: that I maye wepe night ad daye, for the slaughter of my people?
22 The let myne arme fall fro my shulder, & myne arme holes be broken from the ioyntes.
8 Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
2 Haue mercy vpon me (o LORDE) for I am weake: o LORDE heale me, for all my bones are vexed.
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
20 My soule breaketh out, for the very feruent desyre that I haue allwaye vnto thy iudgmentes.
6 For vnto the I crie, heare me o God: enclyne thine eares to me, and herke vnto my wordes.
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.