Job 9:31
yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
yet shuldest thou dyppe me in ye myre, & myne owne clothes shulde defyle me.
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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?
30 Though I wasshed my self with snowe water, and made myne hondes neuer so clene,
18 With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.
19 I am eue as it were claye, & am become like asshes & dust.
6 Wherfore I geue myne owne self ye blame, and take repentaunce in the dust and asshes.
15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust.
16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
32 For he yt I must geue answere vnto, and with whom I go to lawe, is not a man as I am.
3 Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
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:
6 knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
10 they abhorre me, they fle farre fro me & stayne my face wt spetle.
11 He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether.
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.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes, fylthinesse and dust: my skynne is wythered, and crompled together:
24 Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
4 Wilt thou saye vnto God: The thinge that I take in honde, is perfecte, & I am clene in thy sight?
21 Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
34 Let him take his rod awaye fro me, yee let him make me nomore afrayed of him,
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?
8 I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked.
8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
14 Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence?
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
21 For that I shulde be an innocent, my coscience knoweth it not, yee I my self am weery off my life.
6 I wil cast dyrte vpon ye, to make the be abhorred, and a gasynge stocke:
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.
16 He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust.
11 My life is waxen olde with heuynesse, and my yeares wt mournynge.
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.
6 But as for me, I am a worme and no man: a very scorne of me and the outcast of the people.
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.
4 My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
7 O reconcile me with Isope, and I shal be clene: wash thou me, and I shalbe whyter then snowe.
19 and thou art cast out of thy graue like a wilde braunch: like as dead mens rayment that are shott thorow with the swerde: as they that go downe to the stones of the depe: as a dead coarse that is troden vnder fete:
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
18 He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.
7 Yf so be that I haue withdrawen my fote out of the right waye, yf my hert hath folowed myne eyesight, yf I haue stayned or defyled my hodes:
10 And that because of ye indignacion and wrath, for thou hast taken me vp, and cast me awaye.
8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face.
45 Thou hast made vs outcastes, and to be despysed amonge the Heithen.
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.
26 that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?