Job 7:19

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?

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Referenced Verses

  • Job 9:18 : 18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
  • Job 14:6 : 6 Go from him, that he maye rest a litle: vntill his daye come, which he loketh for, like as an hyrelinge doth.
  • Ps 6:3 : 3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
  • Ps 13:1-3 : 1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me? 2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me? 3 Considre, ad heare me, o LORDE my God: lighten myne eyes, that I slepe not in death.
  • Ps 94:3 : 3 LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?
  • Rev 6:10 : 10 and they cryed with a lowde voyce sayege: How loge tariest thou LORDE holy and true, to iudge & to auenge oure bloude on them that dwell on the earth?

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Job 7:20-21
    2 verses
    79%

    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.

  • 18 Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him.

  • Job 7:11-12
    2 verses
    76%

    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?

  • Ps 13:1-2
    2 verses
    76%

    1 How longe wilt thou forget me, o LORDE? for euer? how longe wilt thou hyde thy face fro me?

    2 Oh how loge shall I seke councell in my soule? how longe shall I be so vexed in my herte? how longe shal myne enemie triumphe ouer me?

  • 24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?

  • Job 13:19-22
    4 verses
    75%

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

    20 Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.

    21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.

    22 And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.

  • Ps 39:12-13
    2 verses
    74%

    12 Sela. Heare my prayer o LORDE, and considre my callinge: shewe not thy self as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme with the, as all my forefathers were.

    13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.

  • Job 19:2-3
    2 verses
    74%

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

    3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?

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

  • 13 yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?

  • 1 My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me? ye wordes of my coplaynte are farre fro my health.

  • 73%

    3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?

  • 16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne

  • 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.

  • 22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?

  • 10 they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.

  • 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.

  • 7 Yf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also.

  • 11 Cast me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy sprete fro me.

  • 4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,

  • 4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.

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

  • 3 I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

  • 31 yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.

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    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.

  • 14 LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?

  • 19 But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me.

  • Job 17:1-2
    2 verses
    72%

    1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.

    2 I haue disceaued no man, yet must myne eye cotinue in heuynesse

  • 18 Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?

  • 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:

  • 46 The dayes of his youth hast thou shortened, and couered him with dishonoure.

  • 2 For thou (o God) art my stregth: why hast thou shot me from the? Why go I then so heuely, whyle the enemie oppresseth me?

  • 9 My hert speaketh vnto the, my face seketh the, yee LORDE, thy face wil I seke. O hyde not thou thy face fro me, cast not thy seruaunt of in displeasure.

  • 16 Where as I neuertheles ledinge the flock in thy wayes, haue compelled none by violence. For I neuer desyred eny mas deeth, this knowest thou well. My wordes also were right before the.

  • 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.

  • 21 Forsake me not (O LORDE my God) O go not farre fro me.

  • 10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.

  • 7 Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.

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

  • 15 Take me out of the myre, yt I syncke not: Oh let me be delyuered fro the yt hate me, & out of ye depe waters.

  • 22 Thou hydest them priuely by thine owne presence from the proude men, thou kepest them secretly in thy tabernacle, from the strife of tonges.