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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18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
19 Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde?
12 I 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.
13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.
14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
3 Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
5 He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle.
2 How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
16 All be it that I call vpon him, and he heare me, yet am I not sure, yt he hath herde my voyce:
18 For though he make a wounde, he geueth a medicyne agayne: though he smyte, his honde maketh whole agayne.
19 Alas, how am I hurte? Alas, how panefull are my scourges vnto me? For I cosidre this sorow by my self, & I must suffre it,
22 In 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.
9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
17 Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.
18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
7 Beholde, 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.
8 He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
10 He 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.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
18 Shall 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?
6 I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
13 From 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.
10 I 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.
7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied
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.
9 That he wolde begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let his honde go, & hew me downe.
10 The 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.
14 They fell vpon me, as it had bene ye breakynge in of waters, & came in by heapes to destroye me.
10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy:
11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes.
19 he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
8 Destroie their tonges (o LORDE) and deuyde them, for I se vnrightuousnes & strife in ye cite.
11 For ye LORDE hath opened his quyuer, he hath hytt me, & put a brydle in my mouth.
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.
14 Yf he breake downe a thinge, who can set it vp agayne? Yf he shutt a thinge, who wil open it?
6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people, I am his gestinge stocke amoge the.
16 For in so moch as he is God, he maketh my herte soft: and seynge that he is Allmightie, he putteth me in feare.
17 Thus can not I get out of darcknesse, the cloude hath so couered my face.
20 Thou knowest my reprofe, my shame & my dishonor: my aduersaries are all in thy sight.