Job 7:8
therof 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
therof 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
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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
7 yet he perisheth at the last like donge: In so moch yt they which haue sene him, saye: Where is he?
8 He vanysheth as a dreame, so that he can nomore be founde, & passeth awaye as a vision in ye night.
9 So that the eye which sawe him before, getteth now no sight of him, & his place knoweth him nomore.
9 as a cloude is cosumed and vanyshed awaye, euen so he that goeth downe to hell, commeth nomore vp,
10 ner turneth agayne in to his house, nether shall his place knowe him eny more.
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?
10 I thought I shulde haue gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and haue wanted the residue of my yeares.
11 I 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
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.
26 that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27 Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger, & the membres of my body are become like a shadowe.
11 Yf he came by me, I might not loke vpo him: yf he wente his waye, I shulde not perceaue it.
7 My coutenauce is chaunged for very inwarde grefe, I cosume awaye, I haue so many enemies.
8 For though I go before, I fynde him not: yf I come behynde, I ca get no knowlege of him:
9 Yf I go on the left syde to pondre his workes, I can not atteyne vnto them: Agayne, yf I go on the right syde, he hydeth himself, yt I can not se him.
4 I thought that I had bene cast awaye out of thy sight: but I wil yet agayne loke towarde thy holy temple.
5 I haue geuen diligent eare vnto the, and now I se ye with myne eyes.
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 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
19 Yf they had caried me to my graue, as soone as I was borne, then shulde I be now, as though I had neuer bene.
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:
21 afore I go thyther, from whence I shal not turne agayne: Namely, to that londe of darcknesse & shadowe of death:
22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
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.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
10 My hert paunteth, my strength hath fayled me, & the light of myne eyes is gone fro me.
17 His eyes shal se the kynge in his glory: & in the wyde worlde,
8 Oure bones lye scatered before ye pytt, like as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde.
1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
15 What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
18 But yf it be taken out off his place, euery man denyeth it, sayenge: I knowe the not.
36 I myself haue sene the vngodly in greate power, & florishinge like a grene baye tre:
21 And why? his eyes loke vpon the wayes of man, and he seyth all his goinges.
9 Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
4 Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
13 Oh spare me a litle, that I maye refresh myself, before I go hence, and be nomore sene.
8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
19 When the rich man dyeth, he carieth nothinge with him: he is gone in ye twincklynge of an eye.
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.
20 As for the eyes of the vngodly, they shal be consumed, and not escape: their hope shalbe misery and sorow of mynde.
23 And whan I take awaye myne hande from the, thou shalt se my back partes, but my face shal not be sene.