📖 Job 13
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Lo, all this haue I sene with myne eye, herde with myne eare, & vnderstonde it.
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Loke what ye knowe, that same do I knowe also, nether am I inferior vnto you.
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Neuerthelesse I am purposed to talke with the Allmightie, and my desyre is to comon with God.
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As for you, ye are workmasters of lyes: and vnprofitable Phisicians alltogether.
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Wolde God ye kepte youre tonge, that ye might be taken for wyse men.
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Therfore heare my wordes, and pondre the sentence of my lippes.
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Will ye make answere for God with lyes, and mateyne him with disceate?
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Wil ye accepte ye personne of God, and intreate for him?
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Shal that helpe you, when he calleth you to rekenynge? Thynke ye to begyle him, as a man is begyled?
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Punysh you shall he and reproue you, yf ye do secretly accepte eny personne.
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Shall he not make you afrayed, when he sheweth himself? Shal not his terrible feare fall vpo you?
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youre remembraunce shalbe like the dust, & youre pryde shalbe turned to claye.
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Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.
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Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
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Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
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he is euen the same, that maketh me whole: and why? there maye no Ypocrite come before him,
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Heare my wordes, and pondre my sayenges with youre eares.
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Beholde, though sentence were geuen vpon me, I am sure to be knowne for vngilty.
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What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye.
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Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the.
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Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed.
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And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere.
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How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences.
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Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye?
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Wilt thou be so cruell & extreme vnto a flyenge leaf, and folowe vpon drye stubble?
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that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth?
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Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:
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where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.