Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
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4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
3For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
4My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.
5For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh.
6my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
14He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
15I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
5My woundes styncke & are corrupte, thorow my folishnesse.
6I am brought into so greate trouble and misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe.
7For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.
8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.
3Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde.
4When 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.
20so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
21In so moch, that his body is clene consumed awaye, & his bones appeare nomore.
26that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
17My bones are pearsed thorow in ye night season, & my synewes take no rest.
18With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
28where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
30My skynne vpo me is turned to black, & my bones are bret wt heate:
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
20My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
6But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
8(wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
14I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my sister.
15What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
7The thinges that sometyme I might not awaye withall, are now my meate for very sorow.
11Thou hast couered me with skynne and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones & synowes.
31yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
7Their iudges stoble at the stone, yet heare they my wordes, yt they be ioyfull.
12Myne 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.
6How moch more the, ma, that is but corrupcion: and the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
16I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
26Now slepe they both a like in the earth, & the wormes couer them.
3There is no whole parte in my body, because of thy displeasure: there is no rest in my bones, by reason of my synnes.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
6For whe I pondre & considre this, I am afrayed, and my flesh is smytten with feare.
1Wo is me: I am become as one, that goeth a gleenynge in the haruest. There are no mo grapes to eate, yet wolde I fayne (with all my herte) haue of the best frute.
13From aboue hath he sent downe a fyre, in to my bones and chastened me: he hath layed a net for my fete, and throwne me wyde open: he hath made me desolate, so that I must euer be mournynge.
21Why 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.
11My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.