Job 24:12
Men cry out of the citie, and the soules of the slayne cry out: yet God doth not charge them with follie.
Men cry out of the citie, and the soules of the slayne cry out: yet God doth not charge them with follie.
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11 They that make oyle betweene their walles, and treade their wine presses, suffer thirst.
10 The citie of vanitie is broken downe: euery house is shut vp, that no man may come in.
11 There is a crying for wine in the streetes: al ioy is darkened: the mirth of the world is gone away.
12 In the citie is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction.
13 These are they, that abhorre the light: they know not the wayes thereof, nor continue in the paths thereof.
11 Mine eyes doe saile with teares: my bowels swell: my liuer is powred vpon the earth, for the destructio of the daughter of my people, because the children and sucklings swoone in the streetes of the citie.
12 They haue sayd to their mothers, Where is bread and drinke? when they swooned as the wounded in the streetes of the citie, and whe they gaue vp the ghost in their mothers bosome.
24 Doubtles none can stretch his hand vnto the graue, though they cry in his destruction.
25 Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
10 Day and night they goe about it vpon the walles thereof: both iniquitie and mischiefe are in the middes of it.
11 Wickednes is in the middes thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streetes.
22 But while his flesh is vpon him, he shall be sorowfull, and while his soule is in him, it shal mourne.
9 They cause many that are oppressed, to crye, which crye out for ye violence of the mightie.
12 Then they crye because of the violence of the wicked, but he answereth not.
11 For the stone shall crie out of the wall, and the beame out of the timber shal answere it.
12 Wo vnto him that buildeth a towne with blood, and erecteth a citie by iniquitie.
18 For if I go into the field, behold the slaine with the sworde: and if I enter into the citie, behold them that are sicke for hunger also: moreouer the Prophet also & the Priest go a wandring into a land that they know not.
19 Hast thou vtterly reiected Iudah, or hath thy soule abhorred Zion? why hast thou smitten vs, that we cannot be healed? Wee looked for peace, and there is no good, and for the time of health, and behold trouble.
1 The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee nowe that thou art wholy gone vp vnto the house toppes?
2 Thou that art full of noise, a citie full of brute, a ioyous citie: thy slaine men shall not bee slaine with sworde, nor die in battell.
11 They haue layde it waste, and it, being waste, mourneth vnto me: and the whole lande lyeth waste, because no man setteth his minde on it.
11 Deliuer them that are drawen to death: wilt thou not preserue them that are led to be slaine?
12 Then shall the cities of Iudah, and the inhabitants of Ierusalem goe, and crie vnto the gods vnto whome they offer incense, but they shall not bee able to helpe them in time of their trouble.
21 The yong and the olde lie on the ground in the streetes: my virgins and my yong men are fallen by the sworde: thou hast slaine them in the day of thy wrath: thou hast killed and not spared.
25 They grope in the darke without light: and he maketh the to stagger like a drunken ma.
20 Thy sonnes haue fainted, and lye at the head of all the streetes as a wilde bull in a nette, and are full of the wrath of the Lorde, and rebuke of thy God.
2 Iudah hath mourned, and the gates thereof are desolate, they haue bene brought to heauinesse vnto the grounde, and the cry of Ierusalem goeth vp.
39 Wherefore then is the liuing man sorowfull? man suffreth for his sinne.
7 Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
14 And they haue not cryed vnto me with their hearts, when they houled vpon their beds: they assembled themselues for corne, and wine, and they rebell against me.
12 For whe he maketh inquisition for blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaint of the poore.
1 O bloodie citie, it is all full of lyes, and robberie: the pray departeth not:
12 And at that time will I searche Ierusalem with lightes, and visite the men that are frosen in their dregges, & say in their heartes, The Lord will neither doe good nor doe euill.
7 Behold, their messengers shal cry without, and ye ambassadours of peace shal weepe bitterly.
12 Haue 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.
17 Fooles by reason of their transgression, and because of their iniquities are afflicted.
4 The earth lamenteth and fadeth away: the world is feeble and decaied: the proude people of the earth are weakened.
22 Let the crye bee heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring an hoste suddenly vpon them: for they haue digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feete.
9 The triall of their countenance testifieth against them, yea, they declare their sinnes as Sodom, they hide them not. Wo be vnto their soules: for they haue rewarded euil vnto themselues.
6 Because the Lorde God sayth thus, Woe to the bloody citie, euen to the pot, whose skomme is therein, & whose skomme is not gone out of it: bring it out piece by piece: let no lot fall vpon it.
16 They digge through houses in the darke, which they marked for themselues in the daye: they knowe not the light.
4 Then shall they crye vnto the Lorde, but he will not heare them: he wil euen hide his face from them at that time, because they haue done wickedly in their workes.
9 For her plagues are grieuous: for it is come into Iudah: the enemie is come vnto the gate of my people, vnto Ierusalem.
7 The wine faileth, the vine hath no might: all that were of merie heart, doe mourne.
16 And let that man be as the cities, which the Lord hath ouerturned and repented not: and let him heare the cry in the morning, and the showting at noone tide,
19 I called for my louers, but they deceiued me: my Priestes and mine Elders perished in the citie while they sought their meate to refresh their soules.
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.
29 The whole citie shall flee, for the noyse of the horsemen and bowemen: they shall goe into thickets, and clime vp vpon the rockes: euery citie shall be forsaken, and not a man dwell therein.
12 Men shall lament for the teates, euen for the pleasant fieldes, and for the fruitefull vine.
31 For I haue heard a noyse as of a woman trauailing, or as one labouring of her first child, euen the voyce of the daughter Zion that sigheth and stretcheth out her handes: woe is me nowe: for my soule fainteth because of the murtherers.