Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The .x. Chapter.
¶ Iob is weery of hys lyfe, and setteth out his
fragylyte before God. He desyreth the tyme to
repent. A descrypcyon of death.
A It greueth my soule to lyue. I wyl
make my complaynte, and wyll
speake out of the very heuynesse of
my soule. I wyll saye vnto God:
O do not condempne me, but shewe me the
cause, wherfore thou contendest so with me?
Thinckest thou it well done, to oppresse me,
to cast me of (beynge the worckes of thy h&abar;des)
and to mainteyne the councel of the vngodly?
Hast thou fleshy eyes: or doest thou
loke as a man loketh? Or are thy dayes as þe;
dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares?
that thou makest soch inquisicy&obar; for my
wickednes, ∧ searchest out my synne? where
as (not withstandinge) thou knowest that I
B
am no wycked person, and that note there is no
man able to delyuer me out of thyne hande.
noteThy h&abar;des haue made me, and fasshioned
me all together ro&ubar;de aboute, wilt thou then
destroye me sodenly? O remembre (I beseke
the) how that thou madest me of the moulde
of þe; erth, ∧ shalt bringe me into dust agayne.
Hast þu; not turned me, as it were mylck,
and turned me to cruddes lyke chese? Thou
hast couered me with skynne and fleshe, and
ioyned me together with bones and synnewes.
Thou hast graunted my life, and done
me good: and the diligent hede that thou tokest
vpon me, hath preserued my sprete.
C Thou hast hyd these thynges in thyne
hert. I am sure, that thou remembrest thys
thynge. If I dyd synne, thou haddest an eye
vnto me, and shalt not declare me innocent
because of myne offence. 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.
Thou huntest me out (being in heuynes)
as it were a lyon, ∧ troublest me out of measure.
Thou bryngest fresh wytnesse agaynst
me, and thy wrath increasest thou vpon me,
very many are þe; plages þt; I am in. noteWherfore
hast thou brought me oute of my mothers
wombe? O that I had perisshed, and
þt; no eye had sene me.
D Yf they had caryed me
to my graue assone as I was borne, then
shuld I be now, as though I had neuer bene
Are not my dayes feawe? Lett hym then
leaue of fro me and let me alone, that I may
ease my selfe a lytle afore I go thyther, from
whence I shall not turne agayne: euen to the
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lande of darcknesse and shadowe of death:
yee, into that darck clowdy land and deadly
shadowe, where as is no ordre, but terrible
feare as in the darcknesse.
Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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