Job 17:1
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
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3 Yet so long as my breath is in me, and the Spirit of God in my nostrels,
9 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
3 For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
15 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
16 I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
16 They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.
10 I saide in the cutting off of my dayes, I shall goe to the gates of the graue: I am depriued of the residue of my yeeres.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, & mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
22 So his soule draweth to the graue, and his life to the buriers.
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.
13 Oh that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, and keepe me secret, vntill thy wrath were past, and wouldest giue me terme, and remember me.
3 For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
4 I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
11 My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
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.
5 My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
17 Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
10 Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
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.
47 Remember of what time I am: wherefore shouldest thou create in vaine all the children of men?
4 Mine heart trembleth within mee, and the terrours of death are fallen vpon me.
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.
17 My breath was strange vnto my wife, though I prayed her for the childrens sake of mine owne body.
7 Heare me speedily, O Lorde, for my spirit fayleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
28 Such one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is motheaten.
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
10 But man is sicke, and dyeth, and man perisheth, and where is he?
4 His breath departeth, and he returneth to his earth: then his thoughtes perish.
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
20 Behold, O Lorde, howe I am troubled: my bowels swell: mine heart is turned within me, for I am ful of heauinesse: the sword spoyleth abroad, as death doeth at home.
7 Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.