Job 3:10
Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
Because it shut not vp the dores of my mothers wombe: nor hid sorowe from mine eyes.
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11Why died I not in the birth? or why dyed I not, when I came out of the wombe?
12Why did the knees preuent me? and why did I sucke the breasts?
13For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
17Because he hath not slaine me, euen from the wombe, or that my mother might haue bene my graue, or her wobe a perpetual conception.
18How is it, that I came forth of the wombe, to see labour and sorowe, that my dayes shoulde be consumed with shame?
18Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
19And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
16Or why was I not hid, as an vntimely birth, either as infants, which haue not seene the light?
9Let the starres of that twilight be dimme through darkenesse of it: let it looke for light, but haue none: neither let it see the dawning of the day,
3Let the day perish, wherein I was borne, and the night when it was sayde, There is a man childe conceiued.
4Let that day bee darkenesse, let not God regarde it from aboue, neyther let the light shine vpon it,
17For I am not cut off in darknesse, but he hath hid the darkenesse from my face.
8Or who hath shut vp the Sea with doores, when it yssued and came foorth as out of the wombe:
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.
9But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne: and let not the day wherein my mother bare me, be blessed.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
15He that hath made me in the wombe, hath he not made him? hath not he alone facioned vs in the wombe?
16If I restrained the poore of their desire, or haue caused the eyes of the widow to faile,
23Why is the light giuen to the man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
18(For from my youth hee hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue bene a guide vnto her)
13Oh 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.
3Therefore are my loynes filled with sorow: sorowes haue taken me as the sorowes of a woman that trauayleth: I was bowed downe when I heard it, and I was amased when I sawe it.
13The sorowes of a trauailing woman shall come vpon him: he is an vnwise sonne, els would he not stande still at the time, euen at the breaking forth of the children.
3For I was my fathers sonne, tender and deare in the sight of my mother,
6He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
8Also when I cry and showte, hee shutteth out my prayer.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
25Did not I weepe with him that was in trouble? was not my soule in heauinesse for the poore?
10Wo is mee, my mother, that thou hast borne mee, a contentious man, and a man that striueth with the whole earth I haue neither lent on vsury, nor men haue lent vnto me on vsurie: yet euery one doeth curse me.
15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
6Vpon thee haue I beene stayed from the wombe: thou art he that tooke me out of my mothers bowels: my praise shalbe alwaies of thee.
13For thou hast possessed my reines: thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe.
20Wherefore is the light giuen to him that is in miserie? and life vnto them that haue heauie hearts?
15My bones are not hid from thee, though I was made in a secret place, and facioned beneath in the earth.
3When the snares of death copassed me, and the griefes of the graue caught me: when I founde trouble and sorowe.
13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
8Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.
17Haue the gates of death bene opened vnto thee? Or hast thou seene the gates of the shadowe of death?
1Man that is borne of woman, is of short continuance, and full of trouble.
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.
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
27My bowels did boyle without rest: for the dayes of affliction are come vpon me.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
3And yet thou openest thine eyes vpon such one, and causest me to enter into iudgement with thee.