Job 19:2
Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
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1Bvt Iob answered, and said,
3Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.
2When will yee make an ende of your words? cause vs to vnderstande, and then wee will speake.
3Wherefore are wee counted as beastes, and are vile in your sight?
3My soule is also sore troubled: but Lorde how long wilt thou delay?
17For he destroyeth mee with a tempest, and woundeth me without cause.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
1Moreouer Iob proceeded and continued his parable, saying,
2The liuing God hath taken away my iudgement: for the Almightie hath put my soule in bitternesse.
19Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
1Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
4I 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,
5But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
6Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
2Howe long wilt thou talke of these things? and howe long shall the wordes of thy mouth be as a mightie winde?
2How long shall I take counsell within my selfe, hauing wearinesse dayly in mine heart? how long shall mine enemie be exalted aboue me?
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
14He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
22Why do ye persecute me, as God? & are not satisfied with my flesh?
4My flesh and my skinne hath he caused to waxe olde, and he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
1Bvt Iob answered and sayd,
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
2I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
13That thou answerest to God at thy pleasure, and bringest such wordes out of thy mouth?
16He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
5Mine owne wordes grieue me dayly: all their thoughtes are against me to doe me hurt.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
26Doe ye imagine to reproue wordes, that the talke of the afflicted should be as the winde?
5But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche,
4They prate and speake fiercely: all the workers of iniquitie vaunt themselues.
5They smite downe thy people, O Lorde, and trouble thine heritage.
18Why is mine heauines continuall? And my plague desperate and cannot be healed? why art thou vnto me as a lyar, and as waters that faile?
2And Iob cryed out, and sayd,
9His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
2Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
1Bvt Iob answered, and sayd,
2Heare diligently my wordes, and this shalbe in stead of your consolations.
5Then shall hee speake vnto them in his wrath, & vexe them in his sore displeasure, saying,
19Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
12I 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.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
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.
3How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.