Job 9:17
he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
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18He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
19Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde?
12I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at.
13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
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.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
2How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
3Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
16All be it that I call vpon him, and he heare me, yet am I not sure, yt he hath herde my voyce:
18For though he make a wounde, he geueth a medicyne agayne: though he smyte, his honde maketh whole agayne.
19Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
22In tymes past thou didest set me vp an hye, as it were aboue ye winde, but now hast thou geue me a very sore fall.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
17Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
6knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
7Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
8He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
9He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
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.
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
18Shall my heuynes endure for euer? Are my plages then so greate, yt they maye neuer be healed? Wilt thou be as a water, that falleth, and can not contynue?
6I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte.
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
10I kepe sylece, and open not my mouth, for thou hast done it. Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am cosumed thorow the feare of thy hade.
7And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
11Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.
9That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
10The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
14They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
10But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
11he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
19he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
8Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
11For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
35They 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.
14Yf he breake downe a thinge, who can set it vp agayne? Yf he shutt a thinge, who wil open it?
6He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
16For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
17Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
20Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.