Job 40:2 Cross References - Coverdale

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

¹¹ Alas, why dyed I not in ye byrth? Why dyd not I perysh, as soone as I came out of my mothers wobe? ¹² Why set they me vpo yeir knees? Why gaue they me suck with their brestes?

²⁰ Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?

²³ To the man whose waye is hyd, which God kepeth backe from him.

¹² Am I a see or a whalfysh, that thou kepest me so in preson?

¹⁹ Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle? ²⁰ I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself? ²¹ Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.

³ Yf he wil argue with him, he shall not be able to answere him vnto one amonge a thousande.

¹⁷ he troubleth me so with the tempest, and woundeth me out of measure without a cause. ¹⁸ He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.

³² For he yt I must geue answere vnto, and with whom I go to lawe, is not a man as I am. ³³ Nether is there eny dayes man to reproue both the partes, or to laye his hode betwixte vs. ³⁴ Let him take his rod awaye fro me, yee let him make me nomore afrayed of him, ³⁵ and then shal I answere him without eny feare. For as longe as I am in soch fearfulnesse, I can make no answere: And why?

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? ⁴ Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh? ⁵ Are thy dayes as the dayes of man, and thy yeares as mans yeares? ⁶ that thou makest soch inquisicion for my wickednesse, and searchest out my synne? ⁷ where as (notwithstondinge) thou knowest that I am no wicked person, & that there is no man able to delyuer me out of thine honde.

¹⁴ Wherfore didest thou kepe me, when I synned, and hast not clensed me fro myne offence? ¹⁵ Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery. ¹⁶ Thou huntest me out (beynge in heuynesse) as it were a Lyon, and troublest me out of measure. ¹⁷ Thou bringest fresh witnesses agaynst me, thy wrath increasest thou vpon me, very many are the plages that I am in.

²¹ Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed. ²² And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere. ²³ How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences. ²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye? ²⁵ Wilt thou be so cruell & extreme vnto a flyenge leaf, and folowe vpon drye stubble? ²⁶ that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth? ²⁷ Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete:

¹⁶ For thou hast nombred all my goynges, yet be not thou to extreme vpon my synnes. ¹⁷ Thou hast sealed vp myne offences, as it were in a bagg: but be mercifull vnto my wickednesse.

¹¹ God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked. ¹² I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at. ¹³ He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde. ¹⁴ He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte. ¹⁵ I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust. ¹⁶ My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne. ¹⁷ Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene. ¹⁸ O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme. ¹⁹ For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heyth. ²⁰ My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God. ²¹ Though a body might pleate wt God, as one man doth with another,

⁶ knowe this then, yt it is God, which hath handled me so violetly, & hath compased me aboute with his scourges. ⁷ Beholde, though I crie, yet violece is done vnto me, I can not be herde: Though I complane, there is none to geue sentece with me. ⁸ He hath hedged vp my path, I ca not get awaye, he hath set darcknesse in my gate. ⁹ He hath spoyled me of myne honoure, & taken the crowne awaye fro my heade. ¹⁰ He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote. ¹¹ His wrath is kyndled agaynst me, he taketh me, as though I were his enemy.

² As truly as God lyueth (which hath taken awaye my power fro me) & the Allmightie, that hath vexed my mynde:

²¹ Thou art become myne enemye, & wt yi violet hade thou takest parte agaynst me.

¹³ Why doest thou then stryue agaynst him, because he geueth the no accomptes of all his doinges?

¹⁰ What is more excellent then man? yet can he not in the lawe get the victory of him that is mightier the he:

¹⁴ At whom hath he asked coucel, to make him vnderstode, and to lerne him the waye of iudgment: to teach him science, and to enstructe him in the waye of vnderstodinge?

⁹ Wo be vnto him that chydeth wt his maker, the potsherde with the potter. Saieth ye claye to the potter: What makest thou? or, yi worke serueth for nothige? ¹⁰ Wo be vnto him, yt saieth to his father: why begettest thou? And to his mother: why bearest thou? ¹¹ Thus saieth the LORDE, euen the holy one & maker of Israel: Axe me of thinges for to come, concernynge my sonnes: and put me in remebraunce, as touchinge the workes of my hodes:

⁸ Myne aduocate speaketh for me, who wil then go with me to lawe? Let vs stode one agaynst another: yf there be eny that wil reason with me, let him come here forth to me.

² what meane ye by this comon prouerbe, that ye vse in the londe of Israel, sayenge: The fathers haue eaten soure grapes, and the childres teth are set on edge?

¹¹ And whan they had receaued it, they murmured agaynst the housholder,

¹⁹ Thou wilt saye then vnto me: Why blameth he vs yet? For who can resiste his will? ²⁰ O thou man, who art thou, that disputest with God? Sayeth the worke to his workman: Why hast thou made me on this fashion? ²¹ Hath not the potter power, out of one lompe of claye to make one vessell vnto honoure, and another vnto dishonoure? ²² Therfore whan God wolde shewe wrath, and to make his power knowne, he broughte forth with greate pacience the vessels off wrath, which are ordeyned to damnacion: ²³ that he mighte declare the riches off his glorye on ye vessels of mercy, which he hath prepared vnto glorye,

³⁴ For who hath knowne the mynde of the LORDE? Or who hath bene his councell geuer? ³⁵ Or who hath geue him ought afore hande, that he mighte be recompenced agayne? ³⁶ For of him, and thorow him, and in him are all thinges. To him be prayse for euer, Amen.

¹⁶ For who hath knowne ye mynde of the LORDE? Or who shal enfourme him? But we haue the mynde of Christ.

²² Or wyl we prouoke the LORDE? I maye do all thinges, but all thinges are not profitable.