Job 10:3 Cross References - Great

³ Thinckest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beynge the worckes of thy handes) and to mainteyne the councel of the vngodly?

²⁰ Behold, God will not cast awaye a vertuous man, nether wyll he helpe the vngodly.

²² One thyng it is and therfore I sayed. He destroyeth both the righteous and vngodly.

²⁴ As for the worlde, it is geuen ouer into the hand of the wicked, and he shal couer the faces of the iudges therof. Is it not so? where is there eny, but he is soch one?

¹⁵ Thou shalt call me, and I shall answere the: despyse not thou the worke of thyne awne handes.

¹⁶ Lo, there is vtterly no goodnesse in them, therfore will not I haue to do with the councell of the vngodly.

¹⁸ He fylled theyr houses with good thinges. But the councell of the vngodly is farre fro me.

⁵ And why? Iob hath sayde: I am ryghteous, but God doth me wronge. ⁶ I must neades be a lyer, though my cause me ryght, and violently I am plaged where as I made no faut: ⁷ where is there soch a one as Iob, that drincketh vp scornefulnes lyke water?

¹⁸ Is it reason, that thou shuldest saye to the kynge: Thou art wicked, or, thou art vngodly, and that before the prynces? ¹⁹ He hath no respecte vnto the personnes, of the lordly, and regardeth not the rych more then the poore. For they be all the worcke of hys handes.

⁷ He shall turne hys eyes awaye from the ryghteous, but as kynges shall they be in theyr trone, he shall stablysh them for euer, & they shalbe exalted. ⁸ But yf they be layed in preson and cheynes, or bounde with the bondes of trouble, ⁹ then wyll he shewe them theyr worcke, and the synnes wher with they haue vsed cruell vyolence.

¹⁷ Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgement of the vngodly, yee, euen soche a iudgement and sentence shalt thou suffre. ¹⁸ For then shall not thy cause be stylled wyth crueltye, nor pacyfyed wyth many gyftes.

² Can he that stryueth wyth the Almyghtye, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth wyth God, geue hym an answere?

⁸ Wylt thou disanul my iudgement? Or wylt thou condemne me, that thou thy selfe mayest be made ryghteous?

³³ The humble shal consydre this, and be glad: seke ye after God, and youre soule shall lyue.

⁸ The Lord shall make good his louyng kyndnesse towarde me: yee, thy mercy, O Lorde, endureth for euer, despyse not then the worckes of thyne awne handes.

⁸ But nowe O Lorde, thou father of oures: we are the claye, & thou art oure potter, & we all are the worcke of thy handes.

¹ O Lorde, thou art more ryghteous, then that I shulde dispute wt the. Neuertheles, lett me talke with the in thynges reasonable. How happeneth it, that the waye of the vngodly is so prosperous? & that it goeth so well with them, whych (wythout any shame) offende & lyue in wickednes? ² Thou plantest them, they take rote, they growe, & brynge forth frute. They boast moch of the, yet art thou farre from ther reynes. ³ But thou Lorde (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, lyke as a flock is caryed to the slaughter house, and apointe them for the daye of slaughter.

² He droue me forth, and led me: yee, into darckenesse, but not into lyght. ³ Agaynst me onely he turneth hys hande, and layeth it euer vpon me. ⁴ My fleshe and my skynne hath he made olde, & my bones hath he brused. ⁵ He hath buylded rounde aboute me, and closed me in with gall and trauayle. ⁶ He hath sett me in darckenes, as they that be deed for euer. ⁷ He hath so hedged me in, that I cannot get out, and hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me. ⁸ Though I crye and call pyteously, yet heareth he not my prayer. ⁹ He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes croked. ¹⁰ He layeth wayte for me lyke a Beare, and as a lyon in a hole. ¹¹ He hath marred my wayes, and broken me in peces, he hath layed me waste altogether. ¹² He hath bent hys bowe, & made me as it were a marck to shut at: ¹³ The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot euen into myne reynes. ¹⁴ I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all the daye longe. ¹⁵ He hath fylled me with bitternes, and geuen me wormwod to dryncke. ¹⁶ He hath smitten my teth in peces with stones, and rolled me in the dust. ¹⁷ He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thynges. ¹⁸ I thought in my selfe: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde.

¹⁹ Wherfore, let them that are troubled accordyng to the wyll of God, commyt their soules to him with well doynge, as vnto a faythfull creator.