Job 13:12–13

¹FOR we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

¹¶ For we know, that if our earthly house of this Tabernacle were dissolued, wee haue a building of God, an house not made with hand, eternall in the heauens.

¹⁴And the Lord said unto Moses, Write this for a memorial in a book, and rehearse it in the ears of Joshua: for I will utterly put out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven.

¹⁴And the LORD said vnto Moses, Write this for a memoriall in a booke, and rehearse it in the eares of Ioshua: for ^*I will vtterly put out the remembrance of Amalek from vnder heauen.

²⁷And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes:

²⁷And Abraham answered, and said, Behold now, I haue taken vpon me to speake vnto the LORD, which am but dust and ashes.

⁷And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

⁷And the LORD God formed man ^†* of the dust of the ground, & breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and ^*man became a liuing soule.

¹⁴They are dead, they shall not live; they are deceased, they shall not rise: therefore hast thou visited and destroyed them, and made all their memory to perish.

¹⁴ They are dead, they shall not liue; they are deceased, they shall not rise: therefore hast thou visited and destroyed them, and made all their memory to perish.

¹⁷His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.

^17*His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and hee shall haue no name in the streete.

¹⁹How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?

¹⁹Howe much lesse on them that dwell in ^*houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth.

⁷The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.

^7*The memorie of the iust is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.

¹²But thou, O Lord, shalt endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations.

¹²But thou, O LORD, shalt endure for euer: and thy remembrance vnto all generations.

¹⁵Let them be before the Lord continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.

¹⁵Let them be before the LORD continually: that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.

¹⁶The face of the Lord is against them that do evil, to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.

¹⁶The face of the LORD is against them that doe euill; to cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.

¹¹Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

¹¹Therefore I will not refraine my mouth, I wil speake in the anguish of my spirit, I will complaine in the bitternesse of my soule.

¹MY soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

¹¶ My soule is ^‖weary of my life, I will leaue my complaint vpon my selfe; I will speake in the bitternesse of my soule.

⁵O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

⁵O that you would altogether hold your peace, & it should be your wisdome.

³Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.

³Suffer me that I may speake, and after that I haue spoken, mocke on.

⁹Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

¹⁰Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

⁹Euen that it would please God to destroy mee, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off.

¹⁰Then should I yet haue comfort, yea I would harden my selfe in sorrow; let him not spare, for I haue not concealed the words of the holy One.

¹⁵So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

¹⁶I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

¹⁵So that my soule chooseth strangling: and death rather ^†then my life.

¹⁶I loath it, I would not liue alway: let me alone, for my dayes are vanitie.