Job 6:4 Cross References - Great

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.

²³ I will heape mischeues vpon them, & wyll destroye them wyth myne arowes. 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.

⁴² I will make myne arowes droncke with bloude, and my swerde shall eate fleshe, & that for the bloude of the slayne, & for their captiuite, sens the begynnynge of the wrath of the enemye.

¹⁷ he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause.

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.

²⁰ Their awne destruccion and misery shall they se with their eyes, and drincke of the fearfull wrath of the Almyghty.

¹⁵ Fearfulnesse is turned agaynst me. Myne honoure vanisshed awaye more swyftly then the wynde, and my prosperite departeth hence, lyke as it were a cloude.

²³ For I haue euer feared the vengeaunce and punyshement of God, and knewe very well, that I was not able to beare hys burthen.

¹³ He hath prepared hym the instrumentes of deeth: he ordeyneth hys arowes agaynst the persecutours.

¹⁴ He sent out his arowes and scattered them, he cast forth lyghtnynges, & destroyed them.

¹² Therfore shalt thou put them to flyght, and the strynges of thy bowe shalt thou make ready agaynst the faces of them:

² For thyne arowes styck fast in me, and thy hande presseth me fore.

⁵ Good lucke haue thou wt thine honour, ryde on because of the word of treuth, of mekenesse & righteousnes: and thy ryght hande shall teach the terrible thynges.

¹⁵ I am in mysery, & lyke vnto hym that is at the poynt to dye (euen fro my youth vp) thy terrours haue I suffred with a troubled mynde. ¹⁶ Thy wrathfull dyspleasure goeth ouer me, and the feare of the hath vndone me.

⁷ Heare me, O Lorde, & that soone: for my sprete wexeth faynte, hid not thy face from me, lest I be lyke vnto them that go downe into the pytt.

¹⁴ A good stomacke dryueth awaye a mans disease, but when the sprete is vexed, who maye byde it?

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.

³³ And he taketh wyth him Peter & Iames & Iohn, & began to waxe abasshed, & to be in an agonye, ³⁴ & sayeth vnto them: My soule is heuy, euen vnto the deeth, tary ye here and watche.

³⁴ And at the nynth houre Iesus cryed with a loude voyce, saying: Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? whych is (yf one interpret it) my God, my God why hast thou forsaken me?

¹¹ Seynge then that we knowe, how the Lorde is to be feared, we fare fayre wyth men. For we are knowen well ynough vnto God. I trust also that we are knowen in youre consciences.