Job 7:11 Cross References - Matthew

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

²¹ Than they sayde one to another: we haue verely synned agaynst oure brother, in that we sawe the anguysh of hys soull when he besought vs, & wold not heare him: therfore is thys troubyll come vpon vs.

¹⁰ And she was troubled in her spretes, and prayed vnto the Lorde, and wepte sore,

²⁷ Then she went to the man of God vp to the hyll and caught him by the fete. And Gihezi went to her, to thrust her away. But the man of God sayde: let her alone, for her soule is vexed, and the Lorde hath hid it from me, and hath not tolde it me. ²⁸ Then she sayde: dyd I desyre a sonne of my Lorde? dyd I not say, that thou shouldest not brynge me in a foles Paradyse.

²⁶ which of you can reproue them? Sauynge onlye that ye are sotyll to check mens sayinges, and can speake many wordes in the wynde.

¹ it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, nowe wyll I put forth my wordes: I will speake out of the very heuinesse of my soule,

¹⁵ Yf I do wickedlye, wo is me therfore: Yf I be righteous, yet darre I not lyfte vp my heade: so full am I of confusion, and se myne owne mysery.

¹³ Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come into my mynde.

⁶ But what shal I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wyl not cease: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me,

³ Suffre me a litle that I may speake also, and then laugh my wordes to scorne, yf ye wyll. ⁴ Is it with a man, that I make this disputacyon? Whych yf it were so, shoulde not my spyrite be then in sore trouble?

²⁵ An other dyeth in sorowe and heauynesse, and neuer had good dayes.

³ My hert was hote within me, and whyle I was thus musyng, the fyre kindled: so that I spake wyth my tong.

⁹ I will preach of thy ryghtuousnesse in the great congregacyon: Lo. I wyl not refraine my lippes, O Lorde, and that thou knowest.

¹⁵ What shall I speake or saye, that he may this do? That I may lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my lyfe?

¹⁷ Neuertheles my conuersacyon hath so pleased the, that thou woldest not make an ende of my lyfe: so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy back.

³⁷ And he toke with hym Peter and the two sonnes of Zebede, and began to waxe sorowful, and to be in an agonye. ³⁸ Then said Iesus vnto them: my soule is heauy euen to the death. Tary ye here & watche with me.

⁴⁴ And he was in agonye, and praied some what longer. And his sweate was lyke droppes of bloude trycklinge doune to the grounde.

⁴ For in great affliction and anguyshe of herte I wrote vnto you with many teares: not to make you sory, but that ye myght perceyue the loue which I haue most specially vnto you.