Job 7 Cross References - Great

¹ Hath man any certayn tyme vpon earthe? Are not hys dayes also lyke the dayes of an hyred seruaunt? ² For lyke as a bonde seruaunt desyreth the shadowe, and as an hyrelynge wolde fayne haue an ende of hys worcke. ³ Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde. ⁴ When I laye me downe to slepe, I saye: O when shall I rise? Agayne, I longed sore for the nyght. And in the meane tyme am I full of sorowes vntyll the twylyght. ⁵ My flesh is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skynne is withered, and become horryble, ⁶ my dayes passe ouer more spedely, then a weeuer can weeue out his webbe: and are gone or I am aware. ⁷ O remembre, that my lyfe is but a mynde, and that myne eye shall nomore se pleasures therof, ⁸ yee, & that none other mens eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught. ⁹ The cloude is consumed and vanysshed awaye, euen so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come nomore vp, ¹⁰ ner turne agayne into hys house nether shall hys place knowe hym eny more. 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. ¹² Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson? ¹³ When I saye: my bedd shall comforte me. I shall haue some refresshynge by talcking to my selfe vpon my couche. ¹⁴ Then troublest thou me with dreames, and makest me so afrayed thorow visions, ¹⁵ that my soule wissheth rather to perish and dye, then my bones to remayne. ¹⁶ I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne. ¹⁷ What is man, that thou hast hym in soch reputacyon, & settest somoch by hym? ¹⁸ Thou visytest hym early, and euery daye, sodenly doest thou trye hym. ¹⁹ Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe tyll I maye swalow downe my spetle? ²⁰ I haue offended, and what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou made me to stande in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto my self? ²¹ Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wyckednes? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust, and yf thou sekest me to morow in the mornyng, I shalbe gone.

⁵⁰ And he shall reken wyth hym that boughte hym, from the yeare that he was solde in, vnto the yeare of iubelye & the pryce of hys byenge shalbe valued accordynge vnto the nombre of yeares. As a hyred seruaunte shall he be wyth hym.

¹⁸ And let it not greue thyne eye, whan thou lettest him go out fre from the, for he hath bene worth a double hyred seruaunte to the in hys seruice syxe yeres, And the Lorde thy God shall blesse the in all that thou doest.

⁷ but man is borne vnto laboure, lyke as the sparkes flye vp out of the hote coles.

⁵ The dayes of man surely are determyned, the nombre of his monethes are knowne onely vnto the. Thou hast appoynted hym hys boundes, whych he can not go beyonde. ⁶ God from hym, that he maye rest vntyll hys daye come: which he loketh for, lyke as an hyrelynge doth.

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. ¹⁴ Maye a dead man lyue agayne? All the dayes of my lyfe wyll I waite styll, tyll my chaungynge shall come.

⁴ My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musyng, the fyre kyndled: and (at the last) I spake wyth my tonge:

⁸ Nether is there eny man that hath power ouer the sprete, to kepe styll the sprete, ner to haue eny power in the tyme of death: is it not he also that can make an ende of the battayle, nether maye vngodlynes deliuer them that medle with all.

¹⁶ For thus hath the lorde sayde vnto me: There is yet a yeare accordynge to the yeares of an hyred seruaunt, & all the glory of Cedar shall fayle.

⁵ Go and speake vnto Hezechia: the Lord God of Dauid thy father sendeth the this worde: I haue hearde thy prayer, and consydred thy teares, beholde, I will put fyftene yeares mo vnto thy lyfe,

² comforte Ierusalem at the hert, & tell her: that her trauayle is at an ende that her offence is pardoned, that she hath receaued of the Lordes hande sufficient correccion for all her synnes.

¹ For the kyngdom of heauen is lyke vnto a man that is an housholder, whych went out early in the mornyng to hyer labourers into hys vyneyard. ² And whan the agrement was made wyth the labourers for a peny a daye, he sent them into hys vineyarde. ³ And he went out about the thirde houre, & sawe other standyng ydell in the market place, ⁴ & sayde vnto them: go ye also into the vineyarde: & whatsoeuer is ryght, I wyll geue you. And they went theyr waye. ⁵ Agayne, he went out about the syxte & nynthe houre, & dyd lykewyse. ⁶ And aboute the eleuenth houre he went out, & founde other standynge ydell, & sayd vnto them: Why stande ye here all the daye ydell? ⁷ They saye vnto hym because no man hath hyred vs. He sayeth vnto them: go ye also into the vineyarde: & whatsoeuer is ryght, that shall ye receaue. ⁸ So, when euen was come, the Lord of the vineyarde sayeth vnto his steward: call the labourers, & geue them their hyer, begynnyng at the laste vntill the fyrst. ⁹ And whan they dyd come, that cam about the eleuenth houre, they receaued euery man a peny. ¹⁰ But whan the fyrst came also, they supposed that they shuld haue receaued more, & they lykewyse receaued euery man a peny. ¹¹ And when they had receaued it, they murmured agaynst the good man of the house, ¹² sayinge: These last haue wrought but one houre, & thou hast made them equall vnto vs, which haue borne the burthen & heat of the day. ¹³ But he answered vnto one of them & sayde: frende, I do the no wronge: dydest thou not agre wt me for a penny? ¹⁴ Take that thine is & go thy waye: I wyll geue vnto thys last, euen as vnto the. ¹⁵ Is it not lawfull for me to do as me lysteth wt myne awne goodes? Is thyne eye euyll, because I am good?

⁹ Iesus answered: are there not .xij. houres of the daye? If a man walke in the daye, he stombleth not, because he seeth the light of this worlde. ¹⁰ But yf a man walke in the nyght, he stombleth, because there is no lyght in him.

¹³ Thou shall not do thy neyghboure wronge, nether robbe hym violently nether shall the workmans laboure abyde wyth the vntyll the mornynge.

¹⁵ But shall geue him his hyer the same daye, and lett not the sonne go doune theron. For he is nedye, and therwith susteyneth his lyfe, lest he crye agaynst the vnto the Lorde, and it be synne vnto the.

¹³¹ I opened my mouth and drewe in my breath, for my delyte was in thy commaundementes.

⁶ I streach forth myne handes vnto the: my soule gaspeth vnto the as a thyrsty lande. Selah.

⁴ Make battayle agaynst her (shall they saye) Aryse, let vs go vp, whyle it is yet daye. Alas, the daye goeth away, and the night shadowes fall downe:

⁵ I wyll come and punyshe you, and I my selfe wyl be a swyfte wytnes agaynst the witches, agaynste the aduouterers, agaynst false swearers: yee, & agaynst those that wrongeously kepe back the hyrelynges dewty: which vexe the wyddowes and the fatherlesse, and oppresse the straunger, and feare not me, saieth the Lorde of hostes.

⁴ Beholde the hyre of labourers which haue reaped downe youre feldes (which hyre is of you kept backe by fraude) cryeth: & the cryes of them which haue reaped, are entred in to the eares of the Lord Sabaoth.

⁷ But now that God hath sente me aduersytie, thou hast troubled all my congregacyon.

² O that I were as I was in the monethes by past, and in the dayes when God preserued me:

⁶ I am weery of my gronynge: euery nyght washe I my bedd, & water my couche with my teares.

⁵ Lorde, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certyfied howe longe I haue to lyue.

¹⁴ Thus I haue consydred all the thinges that come to passe vnder the Sunne, and lo, they are all but vanite, & vexacion of minde.

⁶⁷ In the mornynge thou shalt saye, wolde God it were nyght. And at nyght thou shalt saye: wolde God it were mornynge: for feare, of thyne harte whych thou shall feare & for the syghte of thyne eyes, whych thou shalt se.

¹³ When I saye: my bedd shall comforte me. I shall haue some refresshynge by talcking to my selfe vpon my couche. ¹⁴ Then troublest thou me with dreames, and makest me so afrayed thorow visions,

¹² chaungynge the night into daye, and the light into darcknes.

¹⁷ My bones are pearsed thorow, in the night season, and my synewes take no rest.

⁴ Thou holdest myne eyes wakynge, I am so feble, that I cannot speake.

²³ My knees are weake thorow fastyng, my flesh is dryed vp for want of fatnesse.

⁶ My soule fleythe vnto the Lorde, before the mornynge wache (I saye) before the mornynge watche:

¹¹ Beholde thou pore, ouerwhelmed with tempest & wythout comforte. I will make thy walles of precyous stones, & thy foundacyon of Saphyres,

⁷ So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Iob with maruelous sore byles, from the sole of hys fote vnto hys crowne: ⁸ so that he sat vpon the ground in the asshes, and scraped of the fylth of hys sores with a potsherde.

³¹ yet shalt thou dyppe me in the myer: and myne awne clothes shall defyle me.

¹⁴ I call corrupcyon my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster.

²⁶ that I shall be clothed agayne with this skynne, and se God in my flesh.

²⁰ O that all compassion vpon them were forgotten: that their daynties were wormes, that they were cleane put out of remembraunce, and vngodlynesse vtterly hewen downe lyke as a tre.

¹⁸ For the vehemencie of sorow is my garment chaunged: and according to the diuersite of heuynes am I gyrded with my coate. ¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like asshes and dust.

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.

⁶ From the sole of the fote vnto the head, there is no whole parte in all your body: but all are woundes, botches, sores, & strypes, whych can nether be helped, bounde vp, molifyed, ner eased wt any oyntment.

¹¹ Thy pompe and thy pryde is layde downe into the pyt, and so is the melody of thy instrumentes. Wormes be layde vnder the, & wormes are thy couerynge.

²⁴ And they shall go forth and loke vpon the caryons of them that haue transgressed agaynst me. For their wormes shall not dye, nether shall their fyre be quenched, & all flesh shall abhorre them.

⁴³ There shall ye call to remembraunce your awne wayes & all your ymaginacyons, wherin ye haue bene defyled: and ye shall iudge youre selues worthy to be destroyed, for all youre wickednes, that ye haue done.

²³ And immediatly the angell of the Lorde smote hym, because he gaue not God the honour, and he was eaten of wormes and gaue vp the ghost.

¹¹ For what power haue I to endure? And what is myne ende, that my soule myght be pacient?

²⁵ My dayes are more swyfte then a runner: they are gone & haue sene no good thing.

¹⁵ Lo, though he slaye me, yet wyll I put my trust in hym. But I wil reproue myne awne wayes in his sight,

²² yet the nombre of my yeares is come, and the waye that I must go is at hande, from whence I shall not turne agayne.

¹¹ My dayes are past, and my councels and thoughtes of my hart are vanysshed awaye

¹⁵ What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who hath considred the thynge, that I loke for?

⁵ As sone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly lyke the grasse, ⁶ In the mornyng it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cut downe and withered.

¹¹ My dayes are gone lyke a shadowe, and I am wythered lyke grasse.

¹⁵ The dayes of man are but as grasse, for he florisheth as a floure of the felde. ¹⁶ For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it is gone, and the place therof shall knowe it nomore.

⁴ Man is lyke a thynge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye lyke a shadowe.

³² The vngodly is cast awaye for hys iniquitye, but the ryghteous hath a good hope euen in death.

¹² Myne age is folden vp together, & taken awaye fro me, lyke a shepherdes cotage: I haue hewen of my lyfe by my synnes, lyke as a weeuer cutteth of hys webb. He wyll with pyninge sycknesse make an ende of me: yee, he wyll make en ende of me in one daye. ¹³ I thought I wolde haue lyued vnto the morowe, but he brosed my bones lyke a lyon, and in one daye thou wilt make an ende of me.

⁶ The same voyce spake: Nowe crye. And the prophet answered: what shall I crye? that all fleshe is grasse, & that all the godlines therof, is as the floure of the felde. ⁷ The grasse is wythered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the Lorde bloweth vpon them.

²⁵ Kepe thou thy fote from nakednes, and thy throte from thyrste, and without shame thou answerest. No, for I haue loued straungers and them will I folowe.

¹² remember (I saye) that at that tyme ye were without Chryst, beynge aliauntes from the comen welth of Israel, and straungers from the testamentes of the promes hauynge no hope, and beynge with out God in this worlde.

¹¹ For as the sonne ryseth with heat, & the grasse wydereth, & hys flower falleth awaye, and the beautie of the fassyon of it perissheth: euen so shall the rich man perisshe in his wayes.

¹⁴ & yet can not ye tell, what shall happen on the morow. For what thing is your lyfe? It is euen a vapour, that apereth for a lytell time, and then vanissheth awaye:

¹³ Wherfore gyrde vp the loynes of youre mynde, be sober, & trust perfectly on the grace that is brought vnto you (by the declaryng of Iesus Chryst)

²⁴ For all flesshe is grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse wyddereth, and the floure falleth awaye,

³⁶ And Iacob theyr father sayde vnto them: Me haue ye robbed of my chyldren: Ioseph is a waye, and Symeon is awaye, and ye take Ben Iamin awaye. All these thynges are agaynst me.

⁸ I besech the, call to remembraunce the worde that thou commaundedst thy seruaunt Moses, & saydest: Ye wyll transgresse, and I will scater you abroade among the nacions.

⁹ O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the erth, & shalt bringe me into dust agayne.

²¹ afore I go thyther, from whence I shall not turne agayne: euen to the lande of darcknesse and shadowe of death: ²² yee, into that darck clowdy land and deadly shadowe, where as is no ordre, but terrible feare as in the darcknesse.

¹⁸ Thou hast sett all the borders of the earth, thou hast made sommer and wynter.

²² O let not the symple go awaye ashamed, but let the poore and nedy geue prayse vnto thy name.

³⁹ Yee, many a tyme turned he hys wrath awaye, and wolde not suffre is whole dyspleasure to aryse.

⁴⁷ Lorde, howe longe wilt thou hid thy selfe? for euer? and shall thy wrath burne lyke fyre?

⁵⁰ Lorde, where are thy olde louyng kyndnesses, which thou sworest vnto Dauid in thy treuth?

¹⁵ O Lord, thou knowest: therfore remembre me, & vyset me, delyuer me fro my persecuters. Take me not from this lyfe in the tyme of the longe pacyence, thou knowest, that for thy sake I suffer rebuke.

¹⁸ But yf it be taken out of hys place, euery man denyeth it, sayenge: I knowe the not.

²⁷ Thou puttest my fete also in the stockes: and lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, and marckest the steppes of my fete:

³ Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon soche one, and bryngest me in thy iudgement?

⁹ So that the eye which sawe hym before, shall haue nomore syght of hym, and hys place shall knowe hym nomore.

³⁶ I my selfe haue sene the vngodly in great power, & florishinge lyke a grene baye tree:

¹¹ When thou wyth rebukes dost chasten man for sinne, thou makest his bewtye to consume awaye, like as it were a mothe fretinge a garment. Euery man therfore is but vanite. Selah.

⁸ Thou hast set oure misdedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the lyght of thy countenaunce. ⁹ For when thou art angrye, all oure dayes are gone: we brynge our yeares to an ende, as it were a tale that is tolde.

²³ But nowe, seynge it is deed, wherfore shulde I fast? can I brynge him agayne any moare? I shall go to hym, rather then he shall come agayne to me.

¹⁴ For we must nedes dye, & perysh as water spylt on the grounde, which cannot be geathered vp agayne: Neither doth God spare any soule. Let the kynge therfore fynde the meanes, that hys banysshed be not vtterly expelled from hym.

²¹ afore I go thyther, from whence I shall not turne agayne: euen to the lande of darcknesse and shadowe of death:

⁸ He is hyer then heauen, what arte thou able to do? Deper then the hell, how wilt thou then know him?

¹⁰ But as for man, when he is dead, perisshed and consumed awaye, what becommeth of hym? ¹¹ The floudes when they be dryed vp, and the ryuers when they be empty, are filled agayne thorowe the flowynge waters of the see: ¹² but when man slepeth, he ryseth not agayne, (of hys awne strength) vntyll the heauen perysh: he shall not wake vp ner ryse out of hys slepe.

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.

¹¹ He maketh the cloudes to do theyr labour in geuynge moystnesse, & agayne wyth his lyght he dryueth awaye the cloude.

¹³ Oh spare me a lytle, that I maye recouer my strength, before I goo hence, and be nomore sene.

¹¹ I spake within my selfe: I shall neuer viset the Lorde (the Lord I saye) in thys lyfe. I shal neuer se man among the dwellers of the worlde.

²¹ A vehement east winde caryeth hym hence, and departeth, a storme plucketh hym oute of his place.

²³ Then clappe men their handes at him, yee, & ieast of hym when they loke vpon his place.

¹⁶ For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it is gone, and the place therof shall knowe it nomore.

²¹ And one sayde to another: we haue verely synned agaynst oure brother, in that we sawe the anguysh of hys soull when he besought vs, & we wolde nat heare him: and therfore is thys troubyll come vpon vs.

¹⁰ And she was troubled in her mynde, and prayed vnto the Lord, & wepte sore,

²⁷ And when she came to the man of God vp to the hyll, she caught him by the fete. But Gehezi went to her, to thrust her awaye. And the man of God sayde: let her alone, for her soule is vexed within her, and the Lorde hath hidd it from me, and hath not tolde it me. ²⁸ Then she sayde: dyd I desyre a sonne of my Lorde? dyd I not require the, that thou shuldest not disceaue me?

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?

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

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.

¹³ Holde your tonges for my sake, that I also maye speake, and my sorow shalbe the lesse.

⁶ For all my wordes, my sorow wyll ceasse: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me.

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?

²⁵ Another dyeth in sorowe and heuinesse, and neuer had good dayes.

³ I helde my tonge, & spake nothinge, I kepte sylence yee, euen from good wordes, but it was payne & grefe to me.

⁹ I haue declared thy ryghtuousnesse in the great congregacion: Lo, I will not refrayne my lippes, O Lord, & that thou knowest.

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.

³⁷ And he toke with him Peter and the two sonnes of Zebede, and began to wexe sorowfull and heuye. ³⁸ Then sayde Iesus vnto them: my soule his heuy, euen vnto the deeth. Tary ye here: and watche wt me.

⁴⁴ And he was in an agoyne, and prayed the longer. And hys sweate was lyke droppes of bloud, trycklynge downe to the grounde.

⁴ For out of great affliccyon and anguysshe of hert. I wrote vnto you with many teares: not that ye shulde be made sory, but that ye myght perceaue the loue, whych I haue, most specially vnto you.

¹⁷ What is man, that thou hast hym in soch reputacyon, & settest somoch by hym?

⁶ Where vpon stande the pyllers of it? Or, who layed the corner stone therof? ⁷ Where wast thou, when the mornyng starres praysed me together, and all the chyldren of God reioysed triumphantly? ⁸ Who shut the see wyth dores, when it brake forth as a chylde out of hys mothers wombe? ⁹ When I made the cloudes to be a coueryng for it, and swadled it with the darcke? ¹⁰ when I gaue it my commaundement, makyng dores and barres for it, ¹¹ saying: Hyther to shalt thou come, but no farther, & here shalt thou laye downe thy proud and hye waues.

¹ Darrest thou drawe out Leuiathan wyth an Angle, or bynde hys tonge wyth a snare? ² Canst thou put a ryng in the nose of him, or bore hys chawe thorow with a naule? ³ Wyll he make many fayre wordes with the (thynkest thou) or flatter the? ⁴ Will he make a couenaunt with the? Or art thou able for to compell hym to do the continuall seruyce? ⁵ Wylt thou take thy pastyme wyth hym, as with a byrde, or geue him vnto thy maydens, ⁶ that thy companyons may make a refeccion of hym, or that he maye be parted amonge the marchaunt men? ⁷ Canst thou fyll the baskett with his skynne, or the fysh pannyer wt his heade? ⁸ Darrest thou laye hande vpon hym? It is better for the to consydre what harme myght happen the there thorow, and not to touch him. ⁹ For when thou thynkest to haue holde vpon him, he shall begyle the. ¹⁰ No man is so cruell, that is able to stere him vp. Who is able to stande before me? ¹¹ Or who hath geuen me any thyng afore hande, that I maye rewarde him agayne? All thynges vnder heauen are myne: ¹² I feare him not, whether he threaten or speake fayre. ¹³ Who lyfteth him vp, and stripeth hym out of his clothes, or who taketh him by the bytt of his brydle? ¹⁴ Who openeth the dore of his face? for he hath horrible tethe rounde about. ¹⁵ His body is couered wyth scales as it were with shyldes, lockte in, kepte, and well compacte together: ¹⁶ One is so ioyned to another, that no ayre can come in: ¹⁷ Yee, one hangeth so vpon another, and stycketh so together, that they cannot be sundered. ¹⁸ His nesyng is lyke a glystering fyre, and his eyes lyke the mornynge shyne. ¹⁹ Out of his mouth go torches, ²⁰ and out of his nostrels ther goeth a smoke, lyke as out of an hote sething pot. ²¹ His breth maketh the coales burne, and the flamme goeth out of hys mouth. ²² In his necke remayneth strength, and nothing is to laborious for him. ²³ The membres of his body are ioyned so strayte one to another, and cleaue so fast together, that he cannot be moued. ²⁴ His hert is as herd as a stone, and as fast as the stythye that the smyth smyteth vpon. ²⁵ When he goeth: the myghtye are afrayed, and feare troubleth them. ²⁶ If any man draw out a swearde at him, it shall not hurt him: there may nether speare, iauelinge ner brest plate, abyde hym. ²⁷ He setteth as moch by a strawe as by yron, and as moch by a rotten stocke as by brasse. ²⁸ He starteth not awaye for hym that bendeth the bowe: and as for slynge stones, he careth as moch for stubble as for them. ²⁹ He counteth the dartes no better then a strawe, he laugheth hym to scorne that shaketh the speare. ³⁰ He treadeth the gold in the myre lyke the sharpe potsherdes. ³¹ He maketh the depe to boyle lyke a pot, and stereth the see together lyke an oyntment. ³² He maketh a path to be sene after hym, the depe is hys walkynge place. ³³ Upon erth is there no power lyke vnto hys, for he is so made that he feareth not. ³⁴ If a man wyll consydre all hye thynges, thys same is a kynge ouer all the chyldren of pryde.

⁷ He hath so hedged me in, that I cannot get out, and hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me.

² thou sonne of man, take vp a lamentacyon vpon Pharao the king of Egypt, & saye vnto him: thou art reputed as a lyon of the Heathen, & as a whalfysh in the see: Thou castest thy waters about the, thou troublest the waters with thy fete and stampest in theyr floudes. ³ Thus sayeth the Lord God: I wyll sprede my net ouer the, namely, a greate multytude of people: these shall dryue the into my yarne,

³ Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes longe (but in vayne) and many a carefull night haue I tolde. ⁴ When I laye me downe to slepe, I saye: O when shall I rise? Agayne, I longed sore for the nyght. And in the meane tyme am I full of sorowes vntyll the twylyght.

²⁷ When I am purposed to forget my complayning, to leaue of fro my wrath, and to comforte my selfe, ²⁸ then am I afrayed of all my sorowes, for I knowe, that thou wylt not iudge me innocent.

⁵ And they dreamed ether of them in one nyght: both the butteler and the baker of the kynge of Egypte which were bounde in the preson house, ether of them his dreame, and eache mannes dreame of a sondrye interpretacyon. ⁶ When Ioseph came in vnto them in the mornynge, and loked vpon them: beholde, they were sadd. And he asked Pharaos offycers that were with hym in hys masters warde sayinge: ⁷ Wherfore loke ye so sadly to daye?

⁸ And when the mornynge came, his sprete was troubled. And he sent and called for all the sothesayers of Egypte, and all the wyse men therof, and Pharao tolde them hys dreame: but there was none of them that coulde interpretate it vnto Pharao.

¹³ And when Gedeon was come: Beholde, there was a man that tolde a dreame vnto his neyhgboure, & sayde: Behold, I dreamed a dreame, and me thought that a loffe of barley bread, tombled into the hoste of Madian, and came vnto a tente, and smote it that it felle, & ouerturned it, that the tente laye a longe. ¹⁴ And his felowe answerd and sayde: this is nothing elles saue the swerde of Gedeon the sonne of Ioas a man of Israell: for into his hande hath God delyuered Madian, and all the hoste.

¹ In the seconde yeare of the raygne of Nabuchodonosor, had Nabuchodonosor a dreame, where thorow his sprete was vexed, and his slepe brake from hym.

¹⁹ When he was set downe to geue iudgement, his wyfe sent vnto him sayinge: haue thou nothinge to do with that iust man. For I haue suffered many thinges this daye in my slepe because of him.

²³ And when Ahithophel sawe, that his councell was not folowed, he sadelled his Asse, & arose, & gate hym home to hys awne house, and to hys awne cytie, and put hys housholde in order, and hanged him selfe, and dyed, and was buryed in the sepulchre of hys father.

⁵ And he cast downe the syluer plates in the temple, and departed and went and hanged hym selfe.

⁴⁶ & Rebecca spake to Isahac, I am wery of my lyfe, for feare of the daughters of Heth. If Iacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, soche one as these are, or of the daughters of the lande, what good shall my lyfe do me?

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.

⁹ O that God wold begynne and smyte me: that he wolde let hys hande go, and take me cleane awaye.

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

²⁰ Are not my dayes feawe? Lett hym then leaue of fro me and let me alone, that I may ease my selfe a lytle

⁶ God from hym, that he maye rest vntyll hys daye come: which he loketh for, lyke as an hyrelynge doth.

¹⁰ I became domme, & opened not my mouth, for it was thy doynge. Take thy plage awaye fro me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heuye hand.

⁹ As for the children of men, they are but vayne, the children of men are disceatful: vpon the weyghtes they are all together lighter than vanite it self.

³³ Therfore, their dayes dyd he consume in vanyte, and their yeares in trouble.

¹¹ Many thinges ther be that increace vanite, & what hath a man els. ¹² For who knoweth what is good for man lyuinge, in the dayes of hys vayne lyfe, which is but a shadowe? Or who wyl tell a man, what shal happen after him vnder the Sunne?

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.

¹⁴ After whom is the kyng of Israel come out? After whom dost thou moue persecucion? after a deed dogg, and after a flee.

¹² Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?

¹⁴ To whom hath he geuen hys herte, for to drawe hys sprete and breth vnto hym? ¹⁵ All flesh shall come together vnto naught, and all men shall turne agayne vnto dust.

⁴ What is man, that thou art myndfull of hym? and the sonne of man, that thou visytest hym?

³ Lorde, what is man, that thou hast soch respect vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest hym?

⁶ but one in a certayne place wytnessed, sayinge, What is man, that thou art myndfull of hym. Or the sonne of man, that thou visitest hym?

¹ After these sayinges it happened that God dyd proue Abraham and sayde vnto hym: Abraham. Whych answered: here am I.

⁵ Thou shalt not worshyppe them, nether serue them: for I the Lorde thy God, am a gelouse God, and vyset the synne of the fathers vpon the chyldren vnto the thyrde and fourth generacyon of them that hate me:

³⁴ And nowe go thou, brynge the people vnto the place which I sayde vnto the: beholde, myne angell shall go before the. Neuerthelater in the daye when I vyset, I wyll vyset their synne vpon them.

¹⁶ he fedd the in the wildernesse wyth Manna, whych thy fathers knewe not, euen for to humble the, and to proue the, and that he myght so do the good at thy later ende.

¹⁴ The deed will not lyue, & they that be out of lyfe, will not ryse agayne: therfore hast thou visited & roted them out, and destroyed all the memory of them.

⁷ Therfore, thus sayeth the Lorde of Hostes: beholde, I wyll melte them, and trye them, for what shuld I els do to my people.

¹⁰ and many shalbe purifyed, clensed & tryed. But the vngodly shall lyue wyckedly and those wicked (as many of them as they be) shall haue no vnderstandynge. As for soch as haue vnderstanding, they shall regarde it.

⁹ And the same thyrde parte wyll I bringe thorow the fire, & wil clense them, as the siluer is clensed: yee, & trye them lyke as golde is tryed. Then shall they call vpon my name and I will heare them: I wyll saye: it is my people. And they shal saye: Lorde my God.

⁷ that the triall of youre fayth beyng moche more precious then golde that peryssheth (though it be tryed with fyre) myght be founde vnto laude, glory and honoure, at the apperynge of Iesus Chryst,

¹⁸ He wyll not lett my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.

³ My soule also is sore troubled: but Lorde howe longe wylt thou punyshe me?

¹ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe longe wylt thou forget me (O Lorde) for euer? howe longe wylt thou hyde thy face fro me? ² Howe longe shall I seke councell in my soule? & be so vexed in myne hert? howe longe shall myne enemye triumphe ouer me? ³ Consydre, and heare me (O Lorde my God) lyghten myne eyes, that I sleape not in death.

³ Lord how longe shall the vngodly, how longe shall the vngodly triumphe?

¹⁰ & they cryed with a lowde voyce, sayinge: How longe taryest thou Lord, holy & true, to iudge & to auenge oure bloud on them that dwel on the erth?

⁶ Thou art Lord alone. Thou hast made heauen, & the heauen of all heauens, with all theyr hoost, the earth & all thinges that are therin, the see & all that is therin: & thou preseruest them all, and the hoost of heauen worshippeth the.

²⁴ For my syghes come before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like the water.

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.

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. ¹² Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?

²⁹ If I be then a wicked doer, why laboure I in vayne? ³⁰ If I washe my selfe with snowe water, and make myne handes neuer so cleane, at the wel, ³¹ yet shalt thou dyppe me in the myer: and myne awne clothes shall defyle me.

²⁶ for thou layest sharpely to my charge, and punysshest me for the synnes of my youth.

¹⁶ For now thou nombrest all my goinges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes.

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.

⁵ Is not thy wickednesse greate, and thyne vngracious dedes innumerable?

³³ Haue I kepte secrete my synne and hyd myne iniquite, as Adam dyd?

⁹ I am cleane wythout any faute, I am innocent, and there is no wyckednes in me.

²⁷ Soch a respecte hath he vnto men. Therfore, let a man confesse (and saye) I haue offended: I dyd vnryghteously, and it hath done me no good.

⁶ If thou hast synned, what hast thou done against him? If thine offences be many, what hast thou done vnto hym?

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

⁶ Thy ryghteousnesse standeth lyke the stronge mountaynes: thy iudgementes are lyke the greate depe.

⁴ O Lorde God of Hostes, how longe wilt thou be angry wyth thy people that prayeth?

¹² He hath bent hys bowe, & made me as it were a marck to shut at:

¹⁰ And Dauids hert smote hym, after that he had nombred the people. And Dauid sayde vnto the Lorde: I haue synned excedyngly in that I haue done. And nowe Lorde take awaye the trespace of thy seruaunt: for I haue done very folyshely.

¹³ Then shulde I now haue lyen styll, I shulde haue slepte, and bene at reste,

⁸ yee, & that none other mens eye shall se me eny more. For yf thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.

¹⁴ If I dyd synne, thou haddest an eye vnto me, and shalt not declare me innocent because of myne offence.

²³ How many are my mysdedes & synnes? Lett me knowe my transgressyons and offences? ²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face, & holdest me for thyne enemye?

³² Yet shall he be brought to his graue, and dwell among the heape of the deed. ³³ Then shall he be fayne to be buried amonge the stones of the playne. All men also must folowe him, and there are innumerable gone before him.

¹⁵ The dayes of man are but as grasse, for he florisheth as a floure of the felde.

⁷ Or euer the syluer lace be taken awaye, and or the golden well be broken. Or the pot be broken at the well, and the whele vpon the cysterne:

¹⁹ Thy deed men shall lyue, euen wt my body shall they rise agayne. Awake and syng ye that dwell in dust. For thy dewe is euen as the dewe of herbes, and the earth shall cast out them that be vnder her.

⁹ Be not to sore dyspleased (O Lorde) & kepe not oure offences to longe in thy remembraunce, but consydre that we all are thy people.

⁴² We haue bene dissemblers, and haue offended, wylt thou therfore not be intreaded? ⁴³ Thou hast couered vs in thy wrath, and persecuted vs, thou hast slayne vs without any fauoure. ⁴⁴ Thou hast hyd thy selfe in a cloude, that oure prayer shuld not go thorowe.

²⁰ wherfore wylt thou styll forget vs, and forsake vs so longe? ²¹ O Lorde turne thou vs vnto the, and so shall we be turned. Renue oure dayes as in olde tymes, ²² for thou hast banyshed vs nowe longe ynough, and hast bene sore displeased at vs.

² Many of them that slepe in the dust of the earth, shall awake: some to the euerlastynge lyfe, some to perpetuall shame & reprofe.

² Take these wordes with you, when ye turne to the Lorde, and saye vnto hym: O, forgeue vs all oure synnes, receaue vs graciously, & then wyll we offre the bullockes of oure lyppes vnto the:

¹⁸ Where is there soch a God as thou? that pardonest wyckednes, and forgeuest the offences of the remnaunt of thyne herytage? He kepeth not his wrath for euer: and why? his delite is to haue compassion: ¹⁹ he shal turne agayne, and be mercyfull to vs: he shal put downe oure wyckednesses, and cast all oure synnes into the botome of the see.

²⁹ The nexte daye, Iohn seeth Iesus comminge vnto hym, and sayeth beholde the lambe of God, whych taketh awaye the synne of the worlde.

¹⁴ whych gaue him selfe for vs, to redeme vs from all vnryghtewesnes, and to pourge vs a peculyer people vnto hym selfe feruently geuen vnto good workes.

⁹ If we knowledge oure synnes, he is faythfull & iust, to forgeue vs oure synnes, and to clense vs from all vnryghtewesnes.

⁵ And ye knowe, that he appeared, to take awaye oure synnes, and in him is no synne.