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The XVI. Chapter.
A Iob answered, and sayde: I haue oft
tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable
geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte
of you. Shall not thy vayne wordes come
yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to
saye? I coude speake, as ye do also. But wolde
God, that youre soule were in my soules
steade: then shulde I heape vp wordes agaynst
you, and shake my heade at you. I
shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release
youre payne with þe; talkinge of my lyppes.
But what shall I do? For all my wordes,
my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I
holde my t&obar;ge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
And now that I am full of payne, and all
that I haue destroied (wherof my wryncles
beare wytnesse) there st&obar;deth vp a dyssembler
to make me answere with lyes to my face.
He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth
vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy
skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
B noteThey haue opened their mouthes wyde
vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully,
they haue eased th&ebar; selues thorow
myne aduersite. God hath geuen me ouer to
the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes
of þe; wicked. I was somtyme in wealth,
but sodenly hath he brought me to naught.
He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente
me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to
shute at. He hath compased me rounde aboute
with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes,
∧ not spared. My bowels hath he poured
vpon the grounde. He hath geu&ebar; me one
wounde vpon another, and is fall&ebar; vpon me
like a giaunte. I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon
my skynne, and lye with my strength in
the dust.
C My face is swoll&ebar; with wepinge, ∧ myne
eyes are waxen dymne. Howbeit there is no
wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is
clene. O earth, couer not my bloude, and let
my crienge fynde no rowme. For lo, my witnesse
is in heauen, and he that knoweth me,
is aboue in the heyth. My frendes laugh me
to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares
vnto God. Though a body might pleate &wt;
God, as one man doth with another, yet the
nombre of my yeares are come, ∧ I must go
the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.
Coverdale [1535], BIBLIA The Bible / that is, the holy Scripture of the Olde and New Testament, faithfully and truly translated out of Douche and Latyn in to Englishe () [word count] [B04000].
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