Job 7:19
Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
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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.
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?
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.