Job 23:2
Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
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1Bvt Iob answered and sayd,
1Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
3Would God yet I knew how to finde him, I would enter vnto his place.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
2And Iob cryed out, and sayd,
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
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.
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.
1Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
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.
14For dayly haue I bene punished, and chastened euery morning.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
21Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
19He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
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.
10Then 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.
3Surely he is turned against me: he turneth his hand against me all the day.
6Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
2I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
18He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
6Should I lye in my right? my wound of the arrowe is grieuous without my sinne.
39Wherefore then is the liuing man sorowfull? man suffreth for his sinne.
23He abated my strength in the way, and shortened my dayes.
13When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
7There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
10My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
2For thine arrowes haue light vpon me, and thine hand lyeth vpon me.
1Bvt Iob answered, and sayd,
2I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
38If my lande cry against me, or the furrowes thereof complayne together,
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall, and labour.
3Thou diddest say, Wo is me nowe: for the Lord hath laied sorrow vnto my sorrowe: I fainted in my mourning, and I can finde no rest.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
35They haue stricken mee, shalt thou say, but I was not sicke: they haue beaten mee, but I knew not, when I awoke: therefore will I seeke it yet still.
27If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,