Job 7:13
When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
When I say, My couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
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3 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
4 If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
6 I fainted in my mourning: I cause my bed euery night to swimme, and water my couch with my teares.
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?
14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
15 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
13 For so shoulde I now haue lyen and bene quiet, I should haue slept then, and bene at rest,
27 If I say, I wil forget my complaynt, I will cease from my wrath, and comfort mee,
3 I will not enter into the tabernacle of mine house, nor come vpon my pallet or bed,
4 Nor suffer mine eyes to sleepe, nor mine eye lids to slumber,
20 Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
21 And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.
18 I would haue comforted my selfe against sorowe, but mine heart is heauie in me.
16 I haue deckt my bed with ornaments, carpets and laces of Egypt.
17 I haue perfumed my bedde with myrrhe, aloes, and cynamom.
26 Therefore I awaked and behelde, and my sleepe was sweete vnto me.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
13 In the thoughtes of ye visions of the night, when sleepe falleth on men,
2 In the day of my trouble I sought ye Lord: my sore ranne and ceased not in the night: my soule refused comfort.
3 I did thinke vpon God, & was troubled: I praied, and my spirit was full of anguish. Selah.
15 In dreames and visions of the night, when sleepe falleth vpon men, and they sleepe vpon their beds,
3 The Lord wil stregthen him vpon ye bed of sorow: thou hast turned al his bed in his sicknes.
1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
20 For the bed is streight that it can not suffice, and the couering narowe that one can not wrappe himselfe.
24 If thou sleepest, thou shalt not bee afraide, and when thou sleepest, thy sleepe shalbe sweete.
17 It pearceth my bones in the night, and my sinewes take no rest.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 When I remember thee on my bedde, and when I thinke vpon thee in the night watches.
4 Doe I direct my talke to man? If it were so, how should not my spirit be troubled?
2 Though my talke be this day in bitternes, and my plague greater then my groning,
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.
17 The wicked haue there ceased from their tyrannie, and there they that laboured valiantly, are at rest.
19 He is also striken with sorow vpon his bed, and the griefe of his bones is sore,
19 In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart, thy comfortes haue reioyced my soule.
8 I will lay mee downe, and also sleepe in peace: for thou, Lord, onely makest me dwell in safetie.
24 For my sighing commeth before I eate, and my roarings are powred out like the water.
21 They 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.
8 If I ascende into heauen, thou art there: if I lye downe in hell, thou art there.
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,
13 Oh 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.
19 Who is he, that will pleade with me? for if I nowe holde my tongue, I dye.
15 What 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.
13 I rekoned to the morning: but he brake all my bones, like a lion: from day to night wilt thou make an ende of me.
7 There the righteous might reason with him, so I shoulde be deliuered for euer from my Iudge.
40 I was in the day consumed with heate, and with frost in the night, and my sleepe departed from mine eyes.
21 Certainely mine heart was vexed, and I was pricked in my reines:
11 If I say, Yet the darkenes shal hide me, euen the night shalbe light about me.
7 I wil prayse the Lorde, who hath giuen me counsell: my reines also teach me in the nightes.