Job 16 Bishops' Bible 1568
From Textus Receptus
Job 16:1 Iob aunswered, & saide: Job 16:2 I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you. Job 16:3 Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere? Job 16:4 I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you: Job 16:5 I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes. Job 16:6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased? Job 16:7 But now that [God] hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation. Job 16:8 And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face. Job 16:9 His wrath hath torne [me] he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes. Job 16:10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me. Job 16:11 God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked. Job 16:12 I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe. Job 16:13 His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde. Job 16:14 He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt. Job 16:15 I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust. Job 16:16 My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death. Job 16:17 Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane. Job 16:18 O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome. Job 16:19 For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is in the height. Job 16:20 My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God. Job 16:21 O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with an other: Job 16:22 Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe.
