Job 10:1 Cross References - Great

¹ It greueth my soule to lyue. I wyl make my complaynte, and wyll speake out of the very heuynesse of my soule.

¹⁵ If thou deale thus with me, kyll me, I praye the, yf I haue founde fauour in thy syght, that I se not my wrechednes.

⁴ But he hym selfe went a dayes iourney into the wyldernesse, and came and satt downe vnder a Iuniper tree, and desyred for his soule; that he myght dye, and sayde, it is nowe ynough (O Lorde) take my soule, for I am not better then my fathers.

²⁰ Wherfore is the lyght geuen to hym that is in mysery? and lyfe vnto them, that haue heuy hertes? ²¹ Whych longe for death (and though it come not) wolde dygg it oute of hyd places ²² which also wolde be excedyng glad and reioyce, yf they coulde fynde theyr graue any where. ²³ That shuld be ioye to that man whose waye is hyd, and God kepeth it backe from him.

¹⁵ He shall delyuer the pore from the sweard, and from the threatenynges of the vngodly, and from the violence of the myghty. ¹⁶ He is the hope of the poore, and the mouth of the wicked shalbe stopped.

²⁰ In honger he shall saue the from death: and when it is warre, from the power of the swearde.

² O that the displeasure which I haue were truly weyed, and my punishment layed in the balaunces togeather: ³ for now is it heuyer then the sande of the see. And thys is the cause, that my wordes are so sorowfull. ⁴ For the arowes of the almighty are round about me, whose indygnacyon hath droncke vp my sprete, and the terrible feares of God are sett agaynst me.

⁸ O that I myght haue my desyre: and that God wolde graunte me the thynge that I longe for. ⁹ O that God wold begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let hys hande go, and take me cleane awaye.

²⁶ And which of you can rebuke and reproue them? Do ye take deliberacyon to check mens sayinges, and iudge a pore worde spoken in vayne?

¹¹ Therfore, I will not spare my mouth, but wyll speake in the trouble of my sprete, and muse in the bytternesse of my mynde.

¹⁶ I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne.

²¹ For though I be an innocent, and my conscience cleare, yet am I weery of my lyfe

¹⁵ Yf I haue done wickedly, wo is me therfore. Yf I haue done righteously, yet darre I not lift vp my hede: so full am I of confusion, and se myne awne misery. ¹⁶ Thou huntest me out (being in heuynes) as it were a lyon, & troublest me out of measure.

¹³ O that thou woldest kepe me, and hyde me in the hell, vntyll thy wrath were stylled: and to appoynte me a tyme, wherin thou myghtest remembre me.

⁶ For all my wordes, my sorow wyll ceasse: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me. ⁷ But now that God hath sente me aduersytie, thou hast troubled all my congregacyon. 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. ⁹ He is angrye at me, he hateth me and gnassheth vpon me wyth hys teth. Myne enemye skouleth vpon me wyth hys eyes. ¹⁰ They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me & smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they gather them selues together agaynst me. ¹¹ God hath put me in prease with the vngodly, & delyuered me into the handes of the wycked. 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. ¹³ His archers compasse me rounde aboute: he wounded my loynes, and doth not spare. My bowels hath he poured vpon the ground. ¹⁴ He hath geuen me one wound vpon another, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunte. ¹⁵ I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, & lye with my heare in the dust. ¹⁶ My face is swollen with wepynge, and in myne eyes is the shadow of death.

⁴ yf I go wronge, I go wronge to my selfe.

² O heare my wordes, and that shalbe my comfort of you. ³ Suffre me a lytle, that I maye speake also, and then laugh my wordes to scorne. ⁴ Is it for mans sake that I make thys disputacyon? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be then in sore trouble?

³ For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorowe my daylye complayninge. ⁴ For thy hande is heuy vpon me daye and nyght, and my moysture is lyke the drouth in Sommer. Sela. ⁵ I wyll knowledge my synne vnto the, and myne vnryghteousnesse haue I not hyd.

¹⁵ What shall I saye? The Lorde hath made a promise to me. Yee, and he him selfe hath perfourmed it. I shall therfore as longe as I lyue remembre thys bitternes of my lyfe.

¹⁷ Beholde bytter as gall was my pensyuenesse, so sore longed I for helth. And it was thy pleasure to deliuer my lyfe, from the fylthye pytt, for thou it is (O Lorde) that hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.

³ And now O Lord, take my lyfe fro me (I beseche the) for I had rather dye then lyue.

⁸ And when the Sunne was vp, God prepared a feruent east wynde: & the Sunne bett ouer the head of Ionas, that he faynted agayne, & wysshed vnto his soule, that he myght dye, and sayd: It is better for me to dye, then to lyue.