Job 31:16 Cross References - Coverdale

¹⁶ When the poore desyred enythinge at me, haue I denyed it them? Haue I caused ye wyddowe stonde waytinge for me in vayne?

⁷ Whan one of thy brethre is waxed poore in eny cite within thy londe, which ye LORDE yi God shal geue ye, thou shalt not harden thine hert, ner withdrawe thine hande from thy poore brother: ⁸ but shalt open thine hande vnto him, and lende him, acordinge as he hath nede. ⁹ Bewarre, that there be not a poynte of Belial in thine hert, that thou woldest saye: The seuenth yeare, the yeare of Fredome is at honde. For yf thou lokest not fredly vpo thy poore brother, and geuest him nothinge then shall he crye ouer the vnto the LORDE, and it shall be synne vnto the: ¹⁰ But thou shalt geue him, and let it not greue thine hert that thou geuest him. For because of it, shall the LORDE thy God blesse the in all thy workes, and in all that thou puttest thine hande vnto.

³² Thy sonnes and thy doughters shalbe geuen vnto another nacion, and thine eyes shal se it, and dase vpon them all the daye longe, and thy hande shal not be able to delyuer them.

¹⁶ that the poore maye haue hope, & that the mouth of the oppressoure maye be stopped.

¹⁹ And why? he hath oppressed the poore, and not helped them: houses hath he spoyled, and not buylded them.

⁷ To soch as were weery, hast thou geue no water to drynke, thou hast withdrawe bred fro the hungrie: ⁸ Shulde soch one the as vseth violece, wroge & oppression (doinge all thinges of parcialyte, & hauynge respecte of personnes) dwell in the lode? ⁹ Thou hast sent wyddowes awaye emptie and oppressed the poore fatherlesse.

³ I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

⁹ He hath sparsed abrode, & geue to the poore, his rightuousnes remayneth for euer, his horne shalbe exalted wt honor.

⁸² Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me?

¹²³ Myne eyes are waysted awaye wt lokynge for thy health, & for ye worde of thy rightuousnesse.

¹⁴ Then chatred I like a swalowe, and like a Crane, and mourned as a doue. I lift vp myne eyes in to ye hight: O LORDE, (sayde I) violence is done vnto me, be thou suertie for me.

¹⁷ Wherfore yet oure eyes fayle vs, whyle we loke for vayne helpe: seynge we be euer waitynge vpon a people, that can do vs no good,

²¹ and desyred to be fylled with the crommes, that fell from the riche mans table. Yet came the dogges, and licked his sores.

²⁹ But the disciples cocluded (euery one acordinge to his abylite) to sende an handreachinge vnto ye brethren that were in Iewry:

¹⁰ onely that we shulde remebre the poore, which thinge also I was diligent to do.