📖 Job 19
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Iob answered, & sayde:
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How loge wil ye vexe my mynde, & trouble me with wordes?
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Lo, ten tymes haue ye reproued me: are ye not ashamed, for to laugh me so to scorne?
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yf I go wronge, I go wronge to my self.
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But yf ye wil enhaunce yor selues agaynst me, & accuse me to be a wicked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
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knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges.
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Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me.
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He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate.
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He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade.
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He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
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His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.
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His men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellinge rounde aboute.
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He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquauntaunce, are become straugers vnto me.
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Myne owne kyn?folkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
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The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house take me for a strauger, and I am become as an aleaunt in their sight.
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When I call vpon my seruaut, he geueth me no answere: no though I praie him with my mouth.
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Myne owne wyfe maye not abyde my breth, I am fayne to speake fayre vnto the children of myne owne body.
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Yee the very deserte fooles despyse me, and when I am gone from them, they speake euell vpon me.
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All soch as were my most familiers, abhorre me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
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My bone hangeth to my skynne, and the flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
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Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
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Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
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O that my wordes were written, O that they were put in a boke:
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wolde God they were graue wt an yron pene in leade or in stone.
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For I am sure, that my redemer lyueth, and that I shall ryse out of the earth in the latter daye:
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that I shal be clothed againe with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
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Yee I my self shal beholde him, not with other but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me,
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when yee saye: Why do not we persecute him? we haue founde an occasion agaynst him.
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But bewarre of the swearde, for the swearde wylbe avenged of wickednesse, and be sure, that there is a iudgment.