Job 17:7
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
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7Mine eye is dimmed for despight, and sunke in because of all mine enemies.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but specially among my neighbours: and a feare to mine acquaintance, who seeing me in the streete, fled from me.
10Mine heart panteth: my strength faileth me, and the light of mine eyes, euen they are not mine owne.
6Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
6My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
8The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
17Therefore our heart is heauy for these things, our eyes are dimme,
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
20My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lorde, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
3For 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:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
51Mine eye breaketh mine heart because of all the daughters of my citie.
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
16For 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.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
2There are none but mockers with mee, & mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
20Behold, 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.
21They 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.
22Let al their wickednes come before thee: do vnto them, as thou hast done vnto me, for all my transgressions: for my sighes are many, & mine heart is heauy.
17For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
12Mine 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.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
12Haue ye no regarde, all yee that passe by this way? behold, and see, if there be any sorowe like vnto my sorowe, which is done vnto mee, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce wrath.
13From 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.
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
15What 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.
4Thou keepest mine eyes waking: I was astonied and could not speake.
82Mine eyes faile for thy promes, saying, when wilt thou comfort me?
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
3So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
49Mine eye droppeth without stay and ceaseth not,
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.