Job 7:6
my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
my dayes passe ouer more spedely, the a weeuer can weeue out his webbe, and are gone, or I am awarre.
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7O remembre, that my life is but a wynde, ad that myne eye shal nomore se the pleasures
8therof yee and that none other mans eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thine eyes vpon me, I come to naught like
25My dayes haue bene more swifte, then a runner: they are gone sodenly, and haue sene no good thinge.
26They are passed awaye, as the shippes that be good vnder sale, and as the Aegle that haisteth to the pray.
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.
5My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
10I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11I spake within my self: I shal neuer viset the LORDE God in this life: I shal neuer se man, amonge the dwellers of the worlde
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.
15What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
11My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
11What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
11My dayes are gone like a shadowe, and I am wythered like grasse.
16I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne
20Shall not my short life come soone to an ende? O holde the fro me, let me alone, that I maye ease myself a litle:
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
18I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.
47Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
7My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
5LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
10He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
4Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
1Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
2He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
1Is not the life off ma vpon earth a very batayll? Are not his dayes, like the dayes of an hyred seruaunte?
3For my dayes are consumed awaye like smoke, & my bones are brent vp as it were a fyre brande.
14His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.
9For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
23He hath brought downe my strength in my iourney, and shortened my dayes.
7Sela. Yee euery man walketh as it were a shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches, and can not tell to whom he gathereth them.
15Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisheth awaye more swiftly then wynde, & my prosperite departeth hece like as it were a cloude.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
13Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I must make my bed in the darcke.
13Am I able to helpe my self? Is not my strength gone fro me,
23My knees are weake thorow fastinge, my flesh is dried vp for want of fatnesse.
28where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
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.
20They shalbe destroyed from the mornynge vnto the euenynge: yee they shall perish, or euer they be awarre:
9Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
3for then shulde it be heuyer, then the sonde of the see. This is the cause, that my wordes are so soroufull.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
20My tabernacle is destroyed, and all my coardes are broken. My children are gone fro me, ad can no where be founde. Now haue I none to sprede out my tente, or to set vp my hanginges.
7My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
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.