Job 7:16
I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
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15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
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:
17 Thus begane I to be weery of my life, in so moch that I coude awaye with nothinge that is done vnder the Sonne, for all was but vanite & vexacion of mynde:
18 Yee I was weery of all my laboure, which I had taken vnder the Sonne, because I shulde be fayne to leaue them vnto another man, that cometh after me:
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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,
3 And now o LORDE, take my life fro me (I beseke the) for I had rather dye then lyue.
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4 When I layed me downe to slepe, I sayde: O when shal I ryse? Agayne, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full off sorowe, till it be darcke.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
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
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 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.
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
12 Myne age is folden vp together and taken awaye fro me, like a sheperdes cotage: my lyfe is hewen of, like as a weeuer cutteth of his webb. Whyl I was yet takinge my rest, he hewed me of, & made an ende of me in one daie.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
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.
13 Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
14 Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
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.
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
21 For that I shulde be an innocent, my coscience knoweth it not, yee I my self am weery off my life.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.
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.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
24 Yet wil I saye: O my God, take me not awaye in ye myddest of myne age: as for thy yeares, they endure thorow out all generacions.
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
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?
21 (Which longe for death, and it commeth not: for yf they might fynde their graue,
5 God forbydde, that I shulde graunte youre cause to be right. As for me, vntill myne ende come wil I neuer go fro myne innocency.
6 My rightuous dealynge wil I kepe fast, & not forsake it: For my conscience reproueth me not in all my conuersacion.
10 I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
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.
5 Then let myne enemie persecute my soule, & take me: yee let hi treade my life downe in the earth, & laye myne honor in the dust.