Job 16:5
But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
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6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8 And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2 I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3 Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
4 I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
10 Then should I yet haue comfort, (though I burne with sorowe, let him not spare) because I haue not denyed the wordes of the Holy one.
4 I would pleade the cause before him, & fill my mouth with arguments.
5 I would knowe the wordes, that he would answere me, & would vnderstand what he would say vnto me.
6 Would he plead against me with his great power? No, but he would put strength in me.
2 Heare diligently my wordes, and this shalbe in stead of your consolations.
20 Therefore will I speake, that I may take breath: I will open my lippes, and will answere.
5 But, oh that God would speake and open his lippes against thee!
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
2 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
28 My soule melteth for heauinesse: raise mee vp according vnto thy worde.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
2 I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
11 Seeme the consolations of God smal vnto thee? is this thing strange vnto thee?
5 Oh, that you woulde holde your tongue, that it might be imputed to you for wisedome!
6 Nowe heare my disputation, and giue eare to the arguments of my lips.
15 What shall I say? for he hath said it to me, and he hath done it: I shall walke weakely all my yeeres in the bitternesse of my soule.
16 For these things I weepe: mine eye, euen mine eye casteth out water, because the comforter that should refresh my soule, is farre from me: my children are desolate, because the enemie preuailed.
2 Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
13 When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
16 And my reynes shall reioyce, when thy lips speake righteous things.
2 If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieued? but who can withholde himselfe from speaking?
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
5 Marke mee, and be abashed, and lay your hand vpon your mouth.
25 Howe stedfast are the wordes of righteousnes? and what can any of you iustly reproue?
50 It is my comfort in my trouble: for thy promes hath quickened me.
16 Euen so woulde he haue taken thee out of the streight place into a broade place and not shut vp beneath: and that which resteth vpon thy table, had bene full of fat.
15 If I say, I will iudge thus, beholde the generation of thy children: I haue trespassed.
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
2 Beholde now, I haue opened my mouth: my tongue hath spoken in my mouth.
3 My words are in the vprightnesse of mine heart, & my lippes shall speake pure knowledge.
25 For I haue saciate the wearie soule, and I haue replenished euery sorowfull soule.
34 How then comfort ye me in vaine, seeing in your answeres there remaine but lyes?
13 Holde your tongues in my presence, that I may speake, and let come vpon what will.
13 That thou answerest to God at thy pleasure, and bringest such wordes out of thy mouth?
21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!
14 I behaued my selfe as to my friend, or as to my brother: I humbled my selfe, mourning as one that bewaileth his mother.
3 But I will speake to the Almightie, and I desire to dispute with God.