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Job - Chapter: 16


16:1	Iob aunswered, & saide
16:2	I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you
16:3	Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere
16:4	I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you
16:5	I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes
16:6	For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased
16:7	But now that God hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation
16:8	And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face
16:9	His wrath hath torne me he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes
16:10	They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me
16:11	God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked
16:12	I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe
16:13	His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde
16:14	He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt
16:15	I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust
16:16	My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death
16:17	Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane
16:18	O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome
16:19	For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is in the height
16:20	My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God
16:21	O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with an other
16:22	Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe


16:1	Bvt Iob answered, and said,
16:2	I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16:3	Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
16:4	I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
16:5	But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
16:6	Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
16:7	But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
16:8	And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
16:9	His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
16:10	They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
16:11	God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
16:12	I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
16:13	His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.
16:14	He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
16:15	I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16:16	My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
16:17	Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.
16:18	O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.
16:19	For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.
16:20	My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
16:21	Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!
16:22	For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.


16:1	Iob answered, and sayde:
16:2	I haue oft tymes hearde soch thynges. Myserable geuers of conforte are ye, all the sorte of you.
16:3	Shall not vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye?
16:4	I coulde speake, as ye do also. But wold God, that youre soule were in my soules steade: then shuld I heape vp wordes agaynst you, and shake my heade at you.
16:5	I shuld comforte you with my mouthe, and release youre payne with the talkyng of my lippes.
16:6	For all my wordes, my sorow wyll ceasse: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me.
16:7	But now that God hath sente me aduersytie, thou hast troubled all my congregacyon.
16:8	And that thou hast fylled me wyth wrynckles, my fleshe is recorde, and my leanesse ryseth vp agaynst me, and beareth wytnesse agaynst me.
16:9	He is angrye at me, he hateth me and gnassheth vpon me wyth hys teth. Myne enemye skouleth vpon me wyth hys eyes.
16:10	They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me & smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they gather them selues together agaynst me.
16:11	God hath put me in prease with the vngodly, & delyuered me into the handes of the wycked.
16:12	I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rent me, and sett me as a marck for him selfe.
16:13	His archers compasse me rounde aboute: he wounded my loynes, and doth not spare. My bowels hath he poured vpon the ground.
16:14	He hath geuen me one wound vpon another, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunte.
16:15	I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, & lye with my heare in the dust.
16:16	My face is swollen with wepynge, and in myne eyes is the shadow of death.
16:17	Howbeit, there is no wyckednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane.
16:18	O earth couer not thou my bloude, and let my cryenge fynde no rowme.
16:19	For lo, my witnesse is in heauen: & he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heygth:
16:20	My frendes geue me many wordes, to scorne, and myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
16:21	O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with another,
16:22	yet the nombre of my yeares is come, and the waye that I must go is at hande, from whence I shall not turne agayne.

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