Job 20:14 Cross References - Great

¹⁴ The breade that he dyd eate, is turned to the poyson of serpentes, within his body.

²⁴ They shalbe burnt with hunger, and consumed wt heate, and with bytter destruccion: I wyll also sende the teeth of beastes vpon them, with the furiousnes of serpentes in the dust.

² And it chaunced in an euenynge, that Dauid arose out of hys bed, and walked vpon the roufe of the kynges palace, and from the roufe he sawe a woman wasshynge her selfe: and the woman was very bewtyfull to loke vpon. ³ And he sent to enquyre what woman it shuld be, sayenge: is it not Bethsabe the daughter of Eliam, and wyfe to Urias the Hethite? ⁴ And dauid sent messengers, and fett her. And she came in vnto hym & he laye wyth her. And she was purifyed from her vnclennesse, and returned vnto her house. ⁵ And the woman conceaued, & sent and tolde Dauid, & sayd: I am wyth chylde.

¹⁰ Nowe therfore, the swerde shall neuer depart from thyne house, because thou hast despysed me, and taken the wyfe of Urias the Hethite, to be thy wife. ¹¹ Wherfore thus sayth the Lorde: beholde, I wyll stere vp euell agaynst the, euen out of thyne awne house, & wyll take thy wyues before thyne eyes, and geue them vnto thy neyghboure, and he shall lye wyth thy wyues in the syght of the sonne.

¹⁶ he shal sucke the gall of serpentes, and the adders tonge shall slaye hym:

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.

¹ A Psalme of Dauid for remembraunce. Put me not to rebuke (O Lord) in thine anger: nether chasten me in thy heuy displeasure. ² For thyne arowes styck fast in me, and thy hande presseth me fore. ³ There is no health in my flessh, because of thy displeasure: nether is there anye rest in my bones, by reason of my synne. ⁴ For my wyckednesses are gone ouer my heade, and are lyke a sore burthen, to heuy for me to beare. ⁵ My woundes styncke and are corrupt, thorowe my folyshnesse. ⁶ I ambrought in to so greate trouble & misery, that I go mournynge all the daye longe. ⁷ For my loynes are fylled with a sore disease, & there is no whole parte in my body. ⁸ I am feble & sore smytten, I haue roared for the very disquyetnes of my hert.

⁸ Thou shalt make me heare of ioye and gladnesse, that the bones whych thou hast broken, maye reioyse. ⁹ Turne thy face from my synnes, & put out all my mysdedes.

³¹ Therfore shall they eate the frutes of theyr awne waye, & be filled with their awne inuencions:

²⁰ Kepe no company wt wyne bybbers & ryotous eaters of flesh: ²¹ for soch as be dronckardes & ryotous shall come to pouerte, & he that is geuen to moch slepe, shall go wt a ragged coate.

²⁹ Who hath wo? Who hath sorow? Who hath strife? Who hath brauling? & who hath woundes without cause Or who hath reed eyes? ³⁰ Euen they that be euer at the wyne, & seke excesse. ³¹ Loke not thou vpon the wyne, how redd it is, & what a colour it geueth in the glasse. ³² It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth lyke a serpent, & styngeth as an Adder. ³³ So shall thine eyes loke vnto straunge wemen, & thyne herte shall muse vpon frowarde thynges. ³⁴ Yee, thou shalt be as though thou layest in the myddest of the see, or sleptest vpon the toppe of the mast of a shippe. ³⁵ They wouded me (shalt thou saye) but it hath not hurte me: they haue all to broken me, but I felt it not. Whan I am well wakened, I will go to the drincke againe.

¹⁹ Thyne awne wickednesse shall reproue the, & thy turnynge awaye shall condemne the: that thou mayest knowe & vnderstande: howe euell and hurtfull a thynge it is, that thou hast forsaken the Lorde thy God, & not feared him, sayeth the Lorde God of Hostes.

² yf ye wyll not heare it, ner regard it, to geue the glory vnto my name, sayeth the Lorde of hostes, I will sende a curse vpon you, & will curse youre blessynges: yee curse them wyll I yf ye do not take hede.

¹³ Theyr throte is an open sepulcre, with theyr tounges they haue disceaued: the poyson of aspes is vnder theyr lyppes.