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Geneva Bible (1599): Job 16

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1 Bvt Iob answered, and said,

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2 I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

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3 Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?

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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,

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5 But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.

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6 Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?

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7 But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,

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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.

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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.

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10 They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.

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11 God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.

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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.

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13 His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.

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14 He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.

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15 I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.

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16 My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,

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17 Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.

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18 O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.

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19 For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.

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20 My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.

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21 Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!

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22 For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.

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