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1 Iob answered, and sayde:
2 how longe will ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
3 Lo ten tymes haue ye reproued me: and are not a shamed, for to laugh me so to scorne:
4 yf I go wronge, I go wronge to my selfe.
5 But yf ye will enhaunce your selues agaynst me, and accuse me to be a wycked personne because of the shame that is come vpon me:
6 knowe this then, that it is God, which hath handled me so violently and hath compased me aboute with his nette.
7 Yf I complayne of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be herde. And yf I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
8 He hath hedged vp my waye, that I cannot passe, and he hath set darcknesse in my pathes.
9 He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, and taken the crowne awaye fro my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre pluckt vp by the rote.
11 His wrath is kyndled agaynst me: he taketh me, as though I were hys enemy.
12 Hys men of warre came together, which made their waye ouer me, and beseged my dwellynge rounde aboute.
13 He hath put my brethren farre awaye fro me, and soch as were of myne acquayntance, are become straungers vnto me.
14 Myne awne kynsfolkes haue forsaken me, and my frendes haue put me out of remembraunce.
15 The seruauntes and maydens of myne awne house toke me for a straunger: and I am be come as an aleaunt in theyr syght.
16 I called my seruaunt, and he gaue me no answere, no though I prayed him with my mouth.
17 Myne awne wyfe myght not abyde my breth, I was fayne to speake fayre for the chyldren of myne awne body.
18 Yee, the children despysed me: And when I was gone from them, they spake euell vpon me.
19 All soch as were my most familiers, abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned agaynst me.
20 My bone hangeth to my skynne and my flesh is awaye, only there is left me the skynne aboute my teth.
21 Haue pyte vpon me, haue pyte vpon me (O ye my frendes) for the hand of God hath touched me.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God doth, and are not satisfyed of my flesshe?
23 O that my wordes were nowe written O that they were put in a boke:
24 wolde God they were grauen with an yron penne in leade or in stone to continue.
25 For I am sure, that my redemer lyueth, and that I hall ryse out of the earth in the latter daye:
26 that I shall be clothed agayne with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.
27 Yee, I my selfe shall beholde him, not with other, but with these same eyes. My reynes are consumed within me:
28 dyd not ye saye: why doth he soffer persecucion? Is theyr founde an occasion in me?
29 But be warre of the swearde, for the swearde wylbe auenged of wyckednesse, and be sure, that there is a iudgement.