Job 6:2
Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
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3For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
4For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
1Bvt Iob answered, and said,
1Bvt Iob answered and sayd,
2Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
3Would God yet I knew how to finde him, I would enter vnto his place.
6Let God weigh me in the iust balance, and he shal know mine vprightnes.
8Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
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.
11What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
11Shall I iustifie the wicked balances, and the bag of deceitfull weightes?
23Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
5For Iob hath saide, I am righteous, & God hath taken away my iudgement.
6Should I lye in my right? my wound of the arrowe is grieuous without my sinne.
35Oh that I had some to heare me! beholde my signe that the Almightie will witnesse for me: though mine aduersary should write a booke against me,
36Woulde not I take it vpon my shoulder, and binde it as a crowne vnto me?
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,
1So Iob proceeded and continued his parable, saying,
2Oh that I were as in times past, when God preserued me!
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.
36I desire that Iob may be tryed, vnto the ende touching the answeres for wicked men.
17Surely I am ready to halte, and my sorow is euer before me.
4Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
13Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
19Wo is me for my destruction, and my grieuous plague: but I thought, Yet it is my sorow, and I will beare it.
2Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
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.
18I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
24For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
4For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
5But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche,
6Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.
6Therefore I abhorre my selfe, and repent in dust and ashes.
2And Iob cryed out, and sayd,
7He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
20Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
1I am the man, that hath seene affliction in the rod of his indignation.
1My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
16Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on 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.
7There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
15If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
5I would knowe the wordes, that he would answere me, & would vnderstand what he would say vnto me.
8But I would inquire at God, and turne my talke vnto God:
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.