Job 9:27
When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
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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:
28 then am I afrayed of all my workes, for I knowe, thou fauourest not an euell doer.
29 Yf I be then a wicked one, why haue I laboured in vayne?
1 it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,
2 and will saye vnto God: O do not condemne me, but shewe me the cause, wherfore thou iudgest me on this maner.
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.
11 What power haue I to endure? Or? what is myne ende, that my soule might be paciet?
18 Sorowe is come vpon me, and heuynes vexeth my herte:
19 What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
5 I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes.
6 But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
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?
13 When I thynke: my bedd shall comforte me, I shall haue some refresshinge by talkynge with myself vpon my couche:
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
4 Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?
14 Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence?
15 Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.
15 What 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?
9 Whyle my bones are broken, & whyle myne enemies cast me in the tethe,
17 I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.
18 For I cofesse my wickednesse, & my synne greueth me.
16 Then shuldest thou forget thy misery, and thynke nomore vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by.
13 Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
15 Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
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?
2 And so I shut my mouth, whyle the vngodly layed wayte for me.
20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself?
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.
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.
3 When I was in heuynesse, I thought vpo God: whe my hert was vexed, then dyd I speake.
24 When I laughed, they knew well it was not earnest: & this testimony of my coutenaunce pleased the nothinge at all.
2 My sayenge is yet this daye in bytternes, and my hande heuy amonge my groninges.
35 and then shal I answere him without eny feare. For as longe as I am in soch fearfulnesse, I can make no answere: And why?
10 Sela. At the last I came to this poynte, that I thought: O why art thou so foolish? the right honde of the most hyest can chaunge all.
21 They heare my mournynge, but there is none that wil comforte me. All myne enemies haue herde of my trouble, and are glad therof, because thou hast done it. But thou shalt brynge forth the tyme, when they also shal be like vnto me.
11 Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse & light are both alike.
4 Lest myne enemie saye: I haue preuayled agaynst hi for yf I be cast downe, they that trouble me will reioyse at it.
15 Yee I had allmost also sayde euen as they: but lo, then shulde I haue condemned the generacion of thy children.
19 In ye multitude of the sorowes that I had in my herte, thy comfortes haue refreshed my soule.
5 But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
32 Yf I haue gone amysse, enfourme me: yf I haue done wronge, I wil leaue of.
21 Whyle I cosidre these thinges in my hert, I get a hope agayne.
6 Lo, then wolde I get me awaye farre of, and remayne in the wildernesse.
7 I hate them that holde of vanities, and my trust is in the LORDE.
8 But now will I speake off the LORDE, and talke of God:
33 Haue I euer done eny wicked dede where thorow I shamed my self before men: Or eny abhominacion, yt I was fayne to hyde it?
7 Oh no, let him not do so with me. But let hym geue me like power to go to lawe, then am I sure to wynne my matter.