Job 7:3–5

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

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

¹⁴I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

¹⁴I haue seene all the workes that are done vnder the Sunne, and behold, all is vanitie, and vexation of spirit.

⁷But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

⁷But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate al my companie.

²Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;

²O that I were as in moneths past, as in the dayes when God preserued me.

⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

^5†*Behold, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily euery man at his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah.

⁶⁷In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

⁶⁷In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were Euen: and at Euen thou shalt say, Would God it were morning, for the feare of thine heart wherewith thou shalt feare, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.

¹³When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

¹³When I say, My bed shal comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint:

¹⁴Then thou skarest mee with dreames, and terrifiest me through visions.

⁴Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

⁴Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speake.

¹⁷My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

¹⁷My bones are pierced in mee in the night season: and my sinewes take no rest.

⁶My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.

^6‖My soule waiteth for the LORD, more then they that watch for the morning: I say, more then they that watch for the morning.

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

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

¹²They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

¹²They change the night into day: the light is ^†short, because of darknes.

¹¹¶ O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.

¹¹¶ ^*Oh thou afflicted, tossed with tempest and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with faire colours, and lay thy foundations with Saphires.

²³I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

²³I am gone like the shadow, when it declineth: I am tossed vp and downe as the locust.

¹¹Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

¹¹Thy pompe is brought downe to the graue, and the noyse of thy violes: the worme is spread vnder thee, and the wormes couer thee.

¹⁴I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁴I haue ^†said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worme, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

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.

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

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.

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

²³And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.

²³And immediatly the Angel of the Lord smote him, because hee gaue not God the glory, and hee was eaten of wormes, and gaue vp the ghost.

⁴³And there shall ye remember your ways, and all your doings, wherein ye have been defiled; and ye shall lothe yourselves in your own sight for all your evils that ye have committed.

⁴³And there shall yee remember your wayes, & all your doings, wherein ye haue bene defiled, and ye shal lothe your selues in your owne sight, for all your euils that ye haue committed.

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.

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.

²⁴And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh.

²⁴And they shall goe foorth, and looke vpon the carkeises of the men that haue transgressed against me: for their ^*worme shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched, and they shall be an abhorring vnto all flesh.

²⁶And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

^26‖And though after my skin, wormes destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

²⁰The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

²⁰The wombe shall forget him, the worme shall feed sweetly on him, hee shall be no more remembred, and wickednes shalbe broken as a tree.

¹⁸By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

¹⁸By the great force of my disease, is my garment changed: it bindeth mee about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹He hath cast mee into the myre, and I am become like dust and ashes.

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.

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.

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.