Job 7:4
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.
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.
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3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
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:
14 The troublest thou me with dreames, ad makest me so afrayed thorow visions,
6 I am weery of gronynge: Euery night wasshe I my bedde, & water my couche with my teares.
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.
13 with a vision in the night, when men are fallen a slepe.
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.
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.
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.
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.
2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the LORDE, I helde vp my hondes vnto him in the night season, for my soule refused all other comforte.
12 but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, vntill the heauen perish: he shal not wake vp ner ryse out of his slepe.
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.
40 On the daye tyme the heate cosumed me, and the frost on the night, and my slepe departed fro myne eyes.
5 Sela I layed me downe and slepte, but I rose vp agayne, for the LORDE susteyned me.
26 When I herde this, I came agayne to myself, and mused, like as I had bene waked out of a swete slepe.
3 I wil not come within the tabernacle of my house, ner clymme vp i to my bedde.
4 I wil not suffre myne eyes to slepe, ner myne eye lyddes to slober.
14 Wherfore shulde I be then punyshed daylie, & be chastened euery mornynge?
13 Then shulde I now haue lyen still, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at rest:
4 Sela. Thou heldest myne eyes wakynge, I was so feble, that I coude not speake,
6 I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
4 Myne herte paunted, I trembled for feare. The darcknesse made me fearfull in my mynde.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
6 My soule is satisfied eue as it were with marry & fatnesse, when my mouth prayseth the with ioyfull lippes.
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:
16 When I applied my mynde to lerne wy?dome, and to knowe the trauayle that is in the worlde (and that of soch a fashion, yt I suffred not myne eyes to slepe nether daye ner night)
6 I called to remembraunce my songe in the night, I commoned with myne owne herte, and sought out my sprete.
16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
24 This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
35 They wounded me (shalt thou saie) but it hath not hurte me, they smote me, but I felt it not. Whe I am wel wakened, I wil go to ye drynke agayne.
4 Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
27 My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.
28 Mekely & lowly came I in, yee & without eny displeasure: I stode vp in ye cogregacion, & commoned with the
3 For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.
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?
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?
20 For ye bedde shalbe so narow yt a ma ca not lye vpon it. And the coueringe to small, that a ma maye not wynde him self therin.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
3 My soule also is in greate trouble, but LORDE how longe?
2 Excepte the LORDE kepe the cite, the watchman waketh but in vayne.