Job 7:11 Cross References - Coverdale

¹¹ Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.

²¹ And they sayde one to another: This haue we deserued against oure brother, in that we sawe the anguysh of his soule, whan he besought vs, and we wolde not heare him: therfore cometh now this trouble vpon vs.

¹⁰ And she was full of heuynes in hir herte, and prayed vnto the LORDE, and wepte,

²⁷ But whan she came to the man of God vpon ye mount, she helde him by his fete. And Gehasi stepte to her, to put her awaye. But ye man of God sayde: Let her alone, for hir soule is in heuynes, and the LORDE hath hyd it fro me, and not shewed it me. ²⁸ She sayde: Whan desyred I a sonne of my lorde? Sayde I not, yt thou shuldest not mocke me?

²⁶ which of you can reproue them? Sauynge only that ye are sotyll to check mens sayenges, and can speake many wordes in the wynde.

¹ it greueth my soule to lyue. Neuerthelesse, now will I put forth my wordes: I wil speake out of the very heuynesse off my soule,

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.

¹³ Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde.

⁶ But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.

³ Suffre me a litle, that I maye speake also, and the laugh my wordes to scorne, yf ye will. ⁴ Is it with a man, that I make this disputacio? Which yf it were so, shulde not my sprete be the in sore trouble?

²⁵ Another dyeth in sorowe and heuynesse, and neuer had good daies.

³ I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kepte sylence, yee eue from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me.

⁹ I wil preach of yi rightuousnesse in the greate congregacion: Lo, I wil not refrayne my lippes, o LORDE, & that thou knowest.

¹⁵ What shal I speake or say, ethat he maye this doo? yt I maye lyue out all my yeares, yee in the bytternesse of my life?

¹⁷ Neuertheles my couersacion hath so pleased ye, that thou woldest not make an ende of my life, so that thou hast cast all my synnes behynde thy backe.

³⁷ And he toke with him Peter, and the two sonnes of Zebede, and beganne to wexe soroufull and to be in an agonye. ³⁸ Then sayde Iesus vnto them: My soule is heuy euen vnto the death. Tary ye here, and watch with me.

⁴⁴ And it came so, that he wrestled with death, and prayed the longer. And his sweate was like droppes of bloude, runnynge downe to the grounde.

⁴ For in greate trouble and anguysh of hert wrote I vnto you with many teares: not yt ye shulde be sory, but that ye mighte perceaue the loue, which I haue most specially vnto you.