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CHAP. XIX.

VT Iob answering, sayd: How long doe you afflict my soule, and weare me with words? Behold, ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed oppressing me. For although I haue been ignorant, mine ignorance shal be with me. But you are set vp against me, & reproue me with my reproches. At the least now vnderstand ye, that God hath afflicted me not with equal iudgement, and hath compassed me with his scourges. Behold I shal crie suffering violence, and no man wil heare: I shal crie out, and there is none to iudge. He hath hedged my path round about and I can not passe, and in my way hath put darkenesse. He hath spoiled me of my glorie, and hath taken the crowne from my head. He hath destroyed me on euerie side, and I perish, and as it were from a tree plucked hath he taken away my hope. His furie is wrath against me, and he hath so accounted me as his enemie. His feriants haue come together, and haue made themselues a way by me, and haue besieged my tabernacle round about. He hath made my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance as strangers haue departed from me. My kinsemen haue forsaken me, and they that knew me haue forgotten me. The ghests of my house, and my maydseruants haue counted me an alien, and I haue been as it were a stranger in their eies. I called my seruant, and he did not answer me, with mine owne mouth I besought him. My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I prayed the children of my wombe. Fooles also despised me, and when I was departed from them, they backbited me. My counselers sometime haue abhorred me: and he whom I loued most hath turned against me. The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaued to my skin, and there are left onlie lippes about my teeth. Haue mercie vpon me, haue mercie vpon me, at the least you my freinds, because the hand of our Lord hath touched me. Why doe you as God persecute me, and are filled with my flesh? Who wil grant me that my words may be writen? who wil giue me that they may be drawen in a booke, with yron penne, & in plate of leade, or els with stile might be grauen in flint-stone? For I know that my Redeemer liueth, & in the last day I shal rise out of the earth. And I shal be compassed agayne with my skinne, and in my flesh I shal see God. Whom I my self shal see, & mine eies shal behold, & none other: this my hope Rh