Job 7:3
Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
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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
1 Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
2 For like as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelinge wolde fayne haue an ende of his worke:
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
6 He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7 He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
6 Let the darckstorme ouercome ye night, let it not be reckened amonge the dayes off the yeare, ner counted in the monethes.
7 Despysed be that night, and discommended: let them that curse the daye,
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?
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
16 Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17 My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
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?
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
12 chaunginge the night in to daye, & ye light in to darcknes.
13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
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:
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
1 I am the ma, that (thorow the rodd of his wrath) haue experiece of misery.
2 He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
3 lost be that daye, wherin I was borne: and the night, in the which it was sayde: there is a manchilde conceaued.
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.
13 I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morow, but he brussed my bones like a lyon, and made an ende of me in one daye.
20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
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.
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.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
3 when his light shyned vpon my heade: whe I wente after the same light & shyne eue thorow the darcknesse.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
16 O that I vtterly had no beynge, or were as a thige borne out of tyme (that is put asyde) ether as yonge children, which neuer sawe the light.
3 For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
13 Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
9 Let the starres be dymme thorow darcknesse of it. Let it loke for light, but let it se none, nether the rysynge vp of the fayre mornynge:
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.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.