Job 30:17–19

¹³I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

¹³I reckoned till morning, that as a Lyon so will hee breake all my bones: from day euen to night wilt thou make an end of me.

¹⁹He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

²⁰So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

²¹His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

¹⁹Hee is chastened also with paine vpon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong paine.

^20*So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soule ^†daintie meate.

²¹His flesh is consumed away that it cannot be seene; and his bones that were not seene, sticke out.

⁴When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

⁴When I lie downe, I say, When shall I arise, and the ^†night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro, vnto the dawning of the day.

²O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

^2†O my God, I crie in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

²Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

³My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?

⁴Return, O Lord, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.

⁵For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

⁶I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

²Haue mercy vpon me, O LORD, for I am weake: O LORD heale mee, for my bones are vexed.

³My soule is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

⁴Returne, O LORD, deliuer my soule: oh saue mee, for thy mercies sake.

^5*For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the graue who shall giue thee thankes?

^6‖I am weary with my groning, all the night make I my bed to swim: I water my couch with my teares.

²For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

³There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

⁴For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

⁵My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

⁶I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

⁷For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

²For thine arrowes sticke fast in me; and thy hand presseth me sore.

^3† There is no soundnesse in my flesh, because of thine anger: neither is there any rest in my bones, because of my sinne.

⁴For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head: as an heauy burden, they are too heauie for me.

⁵My wounds stinke, and are corrupt: because of my foolishnesse.

^6†I am troubled, I am bowed downe greatly; I goe mourning all the day long.

⁷For my loynes are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundnesse in my flesh.

⁸I am feeble and sore broken; I haue roared by reason of the disquietnesse of my heart.

²⁰My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

²⁰My bone cleaueth to my skinne, ^‖and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skinne of my teeth.

⁷¶ So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

⁷¶ So went Satan foorth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Iob with sore biles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne.

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

⁵My flesh is cloathed with wormes and clods of dust, my skinne is broken, and become loathsome.

⁵¶ Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

⁶From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

⁵¶ Why should yee be stricken any more? yee will ^†reuolt more and more: the whole head is sicke, and the whole heart faint.

⁶From the sole of the foote, euen vnto the head, there is no soundnesse in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they haue not beene closed, neither bound vp, neither mollified with ^‖oyntment.

⁵My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

⁵My wounds stinke, and are corrupt: because of my foolishnesse.

³¹Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

³¹Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine owne clothes shall ^‖abhorre me.

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.

⁶Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

⁶Wherefore I abhorre my selfe, and repent in dust and ashes.

¹⁴Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

¹⁴Deliuer me out of the mire, and let me not sinke: let me bee deliuered from them that hate me, and out of the deepe waters.

⁶Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the son of Hammelech, that was in the court of the prison: and they let down Jeremiah with cords. And in the dungeon there was no water, but mire: so Jeremiah sunk in the mire.

^6‖Then tooke they Ieremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the sonne of Hammelech that was in the court of the prison: and they let downe Ieremiah with cords: and in the dungeon there was no water, but mire: so Ieremiah sunke in the mire.

¹SAVE me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

²I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

¹¶ Saue mee, O God, for the waters are come in vnto my soule.

^2††I sinke in deepe mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deepe waters, where the flouds ouerflow me.

⁸And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

⁸And hee tooke him a potsheard to scrape himselfe withall; and hee sate downe among the ashes.