📖 Job 8
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Then answered Baldad the Suhite, and sayde:
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How longe wilt thou talke of soch thinges? how longe shal yi mouth speake so proude wordes?
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Doth God peruerte the thinge that is laufull? Or, doth the Allmightie destroye the thynge that is right?
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Whe thy sonnes synned agaynst him, dyd not he punysh the for their wickednesse?
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Yff thou woldest now resorte vnto God by tymes, and make thine humble prayer to ye Allmightie:
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yf thou woldest lyue a pure and a godly life: shulde he not wake vp vnto the immediatly, & geue the the bewtie of rightuousnesse agayne?
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In so moch, that where i so euer thou haddest litle afore, thou shuldest now haue greate abundaunce.
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Enquere of them that haue bene before the, search diligently amonge thy forefathers:
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Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
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They shall shewe the, they shall tell the, yee they will gladly confesse the same.
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Maye a resshe be grene without moystnesse? maye the grasse growe without water?
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No: but (or euer it be shot forth, and or euer it be gathered) it wythereth, before eny other herbe.
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Euen so goeth it with all them, that forget God: and euen thus also shal the ypocrytes hope come to naught.
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His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.
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He leeneth him vpo his house, but he shal not stonde: he holdeth him fast by it, yet shal he not endure.
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Oft tymes a thinge doth florish, and men thynke that it maye abyde the Sonneshyne: it shuteth forth the braunches in his garden,
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it taketh many rotes, in so moch that it is like an house off stones.
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But yf it be taken out off his place, euery man denyeth it, sayenge: I knowe the not.
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Lo, thus is it wt him, that reioyseth in his owne doinges: and as for other, they growe out of the earth.
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Beholde, God will not cast awaye a vertuous man, nether wil he helpe the vngodly.
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Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
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They that hate the, shalbe confounded, & ye dwellinges of ye vngodly shal come to naught.