Job 10:3 Cross References - Coverdale

³ Thinkest thou it well done, to oppresse me, to cast me of (beinge a worke of thy hondes) and to manteyne the councell of the vngodly?

²⁰ Beholde, God will not cast awaye a vertuous man, nether wil he helpe the vngodly.

²² This one thige wil I saye: He destroyeth both the rightuous & vngodly.

²⁴ As for the worlde, he geueth it ouer in to the power of the wicked, soch as the rulers be, wherof all londes are full. Is it not so? where is there eny, but he is soch one?

¹⁵ Yf thou woldest but call me, I shulde obeie the: only despyse not the worke of thine owne hondes.

¹⁶ Lo, there is vtterly no goodnesse in them, therfore will not I haue to do with the councell of the vngodly.

¹⁸ where as he (not with stodinge) fylleth their houses wt all good. Which meanynge of the vngodly be farre fro me.

⁵ And why? Iob hath sayde: I am rightuous, but God doth me wronge. ⁶ I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte. ⁷ where is there soch one as Iob, yt drinketh vp scornefulnes like water?

¹⁸ For he is euen the same, yt knoweth the rebellious kynges, & sayeth to princes: ¹⁹ Vngodly men are ye He hath no respecte vnto the personnes of ye lordly, & regardeth not the rich more the poore. For they be all the worke of his hondes.

⁷ He turneth not his eyes awaye from the rightuous he setteth vp kynges in their Trone, and cofirmeth them, so that they allwaye syt therin. ⁸ But yf they be layed in preson and cheynes, or bounde with the bondes of pouerte: ⁹ then sheweth he them their workes ad dedes and the synnes wherwt they haue vsed cruell violence.

¹⁷ Neuerthelesse, thou hast condemned the iudgment of the vngodly, yee euen soch a iudgment and sentence shalt thou suffre. ¹⁸ For then shal not thy cause be stilled with crueltie, ner pacified with many giftes.

² Can he that stryueth with the Allmightie, be at rest? Shulde not he which disputeth with God, geue him an answere?

⁸ Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?

³³ O considre this & be glad (ye that be in aduersite) seke after God, & yor soule shal lyue.

⁸ The LORDE shal make good for me, yee thy mercy (o LORDE) endureth for euer: despyse not then the worke of thine owne handes.

⁸ But now o LORDE, thou father of ours: we are the claye, and thou art oure potter, and we all are the worke of thy hondes.

¹ O Lorde, thou art more rightuous, then that I shulde dispute with the: Neuertheles, let me talke with the in thinges reasonable. How happeneth it, that the waye off the vngodly is so prosperous? and that it goeth so wel with them, which (with out eny shame) offede and lyue in wickednesse? ² Thou plantest them, they take rote, they growe, and bringe forth frute. They boost moch off the, yet doest thou not punysh them. ³ But thou LORDE (to whom I am well knowne) thou that hast sene, & proued my herte, take them awaye, like as a flock is caried to the slaughter house, and apoynte them for the daye off slaughtinge.

² He droue me forth, and led me: yee into darcknesse, but not in to light. ³ Agaynst me only he turneth his honde, & layeth it euer vpon me. ⁴ My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed. ⁵ He hath buylded rounde aboute me, & closed me in with gall and trauayle. ⁶ He hath set me in darcknesse, as they that be deed for euer. ⁷ He hath so hedged me in, that I can not get out, & hath layed heuy lynckes vpon me. ⁸ Though I crie & call piteously, yet heareth he not my prayer. ⁹ He hath stopped vp my wayes with foure squared stones, & made my pathes croked. ¹⁰ He layeth waite for me like a Bere, and as a lyon in a hole. ¹¹ He hath marred my wayes, and broke me in peces, he hath layed me waist altogether. ¹² He hath bent his bowe, and made me as it were a marck to shute at. ¹³ The arowes of his quyuer hath he shot, euen in to my reynes. ¹⁴ I am laughed to scorne of all my people, they make songes vpon me all ye daye loge. ¹⁵ He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke. ¹⁶ He hath smytten my teth in peces, & rolled me in the dust. ¹⁷ He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges. ¹⁸ I thought in my self: I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the LORDE.

¹⁹ Wherfore let them that suffer acordynge to the will off God, commytte their soules vnto him with well doynge, as to the faithfull creator.