Job 7:1
Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
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2 For like as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelinge wolde fayne haue an ende of his worke:
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
5 Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
18 Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him.
5 The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them.
6 Go from him, that he maye rest a litle: vntill his daye come, which he loketh for, like as an hyrelinge doth.
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
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.
14 Maye a deed man lyue agayne? All the dayes of this my pilgremage am I lokynge, when my chaunginge shal come.
14 Vse well the tyme of prosperite, and remembre the tyme of mysfortune: for God maketh the one by the other, so that a man can fynde nothinge els.
15 These ij. thiges also haue I cosidred in ye tyme of vanite: yt the iust man perisheth for his rightuousnes sake, & the vngodly liueth in his wickednesse.
6 my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
7 O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
6 Yee though he lyued two thousande yeares, yet hath he no good life. Come not all to one place?
7 All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
9 What hath a ma els (that doth eny thinge) but weerynesse and laboure?
1 Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
2 He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
6 For euery thinge wil haue opportunite and iudgment, and this is the thinge that maketh men full of carefulnes & sorowe.
7 And why? a man knoweth not what is for to come, for who wyll tell him?
3 For what els hath a ma, of all the labor yt he taketh vnder the Sonne?
11 A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
12 For who knoweth what is good for man lyuynge, in ye dayes of his vayne life, which is but a shadowe? Or, who wil tell a man, what shal happen after him vnder the Sonne?
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?
4 Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
15 or within thy gates, but shalt geue him his hyre the same daye, that the Sonne go not downe theron, for so moch as he is nedye, and his life susteyned therwith: that he call not vpon the LORDE agaynst the, and it be synne vnto the.
8 There is one man, no mo but himself alone, hauynge nether childe ner brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches, (yet doth he not remembre himself, & saye:) For whom do I take soch trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume awaye my lyfe? This is also a vayne and miserable thinge.
1 Every thinge hath a tyme, yee all that is vnder the heauen, hath is conuenient season.
2 For how greate a porcio shal I haue of God fro aboue? & what enheritauce fro ye Almightie on hie?
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
6 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
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:
22 For what getteth a ma of all ye labor & trauayle of his mynde, yt he taketh vnder the Sonne,
23 but heuynesse, sorowe & disquyetnes all ye dayes of his life? In so moch that his herte can not rest in the night. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
21 For whath careth he, what become of his housholde after his death? whose monethes passe awaye swifter then an arowe.
20 for there is not one iust vpo earth, yt doth good, & sinneth not.
8 Yf a man lyue many yeares, and be glad in them all, let him remembre the dayes of darcknesse, which shalbe many: & when they come, all thinges shalbe but vanite.
23 Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to till his londe vntill the euenynge.
9 All these thinges haue I considered, and applied my mynde vnto euery worke that is vnder the Sonne: how one man hath lordshipe vpon another to his owne harme.
15 For we are but pilgrems & straugers before the, as were all oure fathers. Oure life vpon earth is as a shadowe, and here is no abydinge.
9 Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
14 Yet is there a vanite vpon earth: There be iust men, vnto whom it happeneth, as though they had the workes of the vngodly: Agayne, there be vngodly, with whom it goeth as though they had the workes of ye rightuous. This me thinke also a vaine thinge.
16 This is a miserable plage, yt he shal go awaye euen as he came. What helpeth it him then, yt he hath labored in the wynde?