Job 9:18
He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
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17he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.
15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
16He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
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.
1it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.
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.
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.
6He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.
19Yf men will speake of strength, he is the stogest of all: yf me will speake of rightousnes, who darre be my recorde?
19I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
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.
3My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
3For the enemie persecuteth my soule, he smyteth my life downe to the grounde, he layeth me in the darcknesse, as the deed men of the worlde.
4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.
2How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
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.
15What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?
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.
11He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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.
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
19What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
19O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
15that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed.
24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
4Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
4For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.
10Haue mercy vpon me, O LORDE, for I am in trouble, myne eye is consumed for very heuynesse, yee my soule and my body.
18Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
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.
16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.
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:
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.
28then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.
2My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
18The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
11His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
19he chasteneth him with sicknesse, & bringeth him to his bed: he laieth sore punyshmet vpo his bones,
20Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?