Job 6:3
For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
For it woulde be nowe heauier then the sande of the sea: therefore my wordes are swallowed vp.
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1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2 Oh that my griefe were well weighed, and my miseries were layed together in the balance.
4 For the arrowes of the Almightie are in me, the venime whereof doeth drinke vp my spirit, and the terrours of God fight against me.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
25 For the thing I feared, is come vpon me, and the thing that I was afraid of, is come vnto me.
7 Such things as my soule refused to touch, as were sorowes, are my meate.
8 Oh that I might haue my desire, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That is, that God would destroy me: that he would let his hand go, and cut me off.
10 Then 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.
11 What power haue I that I should endure? or what is mine end, if I should prolong my life?
6 He hath set me in darke places, as they that be dead for euer.
7 He hath hedged about mee, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chaines heauy.
23 Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,
16 Therefore my soule is nowe powred out vpon me, and the dayes of affliction haue taken holde on me.
20 Shall it be told him when I speake? Or shall man speake when he shalbe destroyed?
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.
19 He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
13 Is it not so, that there is in me no helpe? and that strength is taken from me?
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
16 He hath also broken my teeth with stones, and hath couered me with ashes.
17 Thus my soule was farre off from peace: I forgate prosperitie,
18 And I saide, My strength & mine hope is perished from the Lord,
4 For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and as a weightie burden they are too heauie for me.
11 He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
11 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
12 Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
18 He wil not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitternesse.
23 For Gods punishment was fearefull vnto me, & I could not be deliuered from his highnes.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
3 For thou haddest cast me into the bottome in the middes of the sea, and the floods compassed me about: all thy surges, and all thy waues passed ouer me.
36 Woulde not I take it vpon my shoulder, and binde it as a crowne vnto me?
6 My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
9 He hath stopped vp my wayes with hewen stone, and turned away my paths.
53 They haue shut vp my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone vpon me.
54 Waters flowed ouer mine head, then thought I, I am destroyed.
18 For I am full of matter, and the spirite within me compelleth me.
13 From 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.
9 The measure thereof is longer then the earth, and it is broader then the sea.
2 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?
10 For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
15 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
12 For innumerable troubles haue compassed mee: my sinnes haue taken such holde vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea, they are moe in nomber then the heares of mine head: therefore mine heart hath failed me.
13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, & powreth my gall vpon the ground.
11 Or darkenes that thou shouldest not see, & abundance of waters shal couer thee.