Job 16:7
But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
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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.
9 His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
2 I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
3 Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
4 My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
7 He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
11 God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12 I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
13 From aboue hath hee sent fire into my bones, which preuaile against them: he hath spred a net for my feete, and turned me backe: hee hath made me desolate, and daily in heauinesse.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
13 He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me.
15 He hath filled me with bitternes, & made me drunken with wormewood.
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
12 Mine habitation is departed, and is remoued from me, like a shepheards tent: I haue cut off like a weauer my life: he will cut me off from the height: from day to night, thou wilt make an ende of me.
13 I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
16 For God hath softened mine heart, & the Almightie hath troubled me.
21 They haue heard that I mourne, but there is none to comfort mee: all mine enemies haue heard of my trouble, and are glad, that thou hast done it: thou wilt bring the day, that thou hast pronounced, and they shalbe like vnto me.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
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 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
7 Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
23 He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
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.
9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.
10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.
18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
3 For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
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.