become a prouerb with them. 10They abhorre me, and flee far from me, and are not afrayd ∷[1] to spit in my face. 11For he hath opened his quiuer, and hath afflicted me, and ∷[2] hath put a bridle into my mouth. 12At the right hand of me rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they haue ouerthrowen my feete, and as with waues haue oppressed with their pathes. 13They haue dissipated my waies, they haue lyen in wayte against me, and they haue preuailed, and there was not that would helpe. 14As when a wal is broken, and the gate opened, they haue broken violently vpon me, and are come trambling downe to my miseries. 15I brought to nothing as a wind he hath taken away my desire and my prosperitie hath passed away as a clowde. 16And now my soule withereth in my self, and the daies of affliction possesse me. 17In the night my bone is pearsed with sorrowes: and they that eate me, sleepe not. 18In the multitude of them my garment is consumed, and they haue girded me about, as it were with the coler of a wate. 19I am compared to durt, and am resembled to imbers and ashes. 20I crie to thee, and thou hearest me not: I stand, and thou doest not respect me. 21Thou art changed to be cruel toward me, and in the hardenesse of thy hand thou art against me. 22Thou didst lift me vp, and setting me as it were vpon the wind thou hast mightely dashed me. 23I know ∷[3] that thou wilt deliuer me to death, where a house is appointed for euery one that liueth. 24But yet not to my consumption doest thou send forth thy hand: and if they shal fal, thou wilt saue. 25I wept sometime vpon him that was afflicted, and my soul had compassion on the poore. 26I expect good thinges, and euils are come vpon me: I taried for light, and darkenesse brake forth. 27My inner partes haue boyled without anie rest, the dayes of affliction haue preuented me. 28I went mourning without furie, rising vp, I cried in the multitude. 29I was the ∷[4] brother of dragons, and felow of Ostriches. 30My skinne is made blacke vpon me, and my bones are dried with heate. 31My harpe is turned into mourning, and my instrument into the voice of weepers.
Chap. XXXI.
Holie Iob reciteth sincerly his owne vertues, shewing therby that he is not punished so grieuously for his sinnes, but by Gods prouidence for some other cause.
