Job 3:10
Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
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11Alas why died I not in the birth? why dyd not I perishe assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe?
12Why set they me vpon their knees? why gaue they me sucke with their brestes?
13Then should I nowe haue lyen stil, I shoulde haue slept, and ben at rest,
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
18Wherefore came I foorth of my mothers wombe? to haue experience of labour and sorowe, and to leade my lyfe with shame?
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me,
19And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue.
20Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle,
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
9Let the starres of that night be dimme thorowe darkenesse of it, let it loke for light, but haue none, neither let it see the dawning of the day:
3Let the day perishe wherin I was borne, and the night in the whiche it was sayd, There is a man childe conceaued.
4The same day be turned to darknesse, and not regarded of God from aboue, neither let the light shyne vpon it:
17Because I am not cut of before the darkenesse, neither hath he couered the cloude fro my face.
8Who shut the sea with doores, when it brake foorth as out of the wombe?
10Then shoulde I haue some comfort, yea I woulde desire him in my payne that he would not spare, for I wil not be against the wordes of the holy one.
9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
14Cursed be the day wherein I was borne, vnhappy be the day wherein my mother brought me foorth.
11Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shapen a like in our mothers bodies?
16If I denied the poore of their desire, or haue caused the eyes of the wydow to wayte in vayne:
23From whom their endes are hyd, and consealed by God?
24For my sighes come before I eate, and my roringes are powred out like the water:
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the graue, & keepe me secret vntyl thy wrath were past, and to appoynt me a time wherein thou mightest remember me.
3Therfore are my loynes fylled with sorowe, heauinesse hath taken holde vpon me as the panges of a woman that is trauaylyng: it made me stoupe when I heard it, and it vexed me when I sawe it.
13Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him as vpon a woman that trauayleth: an vndiscrete sonne is he, els woulde he not stande styll at the tyme of birth of children.
3For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
6He hath set me in darknesse, as they that be dead for euer.
7He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, and hath layde heauie linkes vpon me.
8Though I crye and call pitiously, yet heareth he not my prayer.
9He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, and made my pathes crooked.
16My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death.
25Dyd not I weepe with hym that was in trouble? Had not my soule compassion vpon the poore?
10O mother, alas that thou euer didst beare me, a brawler and rebuker of the whole lande: though I neuer lent nor receaued vpon vsurie, yet all men speake euyll vpon me.
15Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
6Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
13For thou hast my reynes in thy possession: thou didst couer me in my mothers wombe.
20Wherefore is the light geuen to hym that is in miserie? & lyfe vnto them that haue heauy heartes?
15The substaunce of my body was not hyd from thee: when I was made in secrete and fashioned with distinct members in my mothers wombe.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
8He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
17Haue the gates of death ben opened vnto thee? or hast thou seene the doores of the shadowe of death?
1Man that is borne of woman, hath but a short time to lyue, and is full of miserie.
16Therfore do I weepe, and mine eyes gushe out of water: for the comfort that shoulde quicken me is farre fro me, my children are driuen away: for why? the enemie hath gotten the vpper hande.
13Is it not so that there is in me no helpe? & that my substaunce is taken from me?
27My bowels seethe in me without rest, for the dayes of my trouble are come vpon me.
18I woulde haue had comfort against sorowe: but sorowe is come vpon me, and heauinesse vexeth my heart.
3Doest thou open thyne eyes vpon such one, and bringest me into thy iudgement?