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1 Iob moued by the importunacie of his friendes, 7 counteth in what extremitie he is, 19 and taketh God witnes of his innocencie.
[unspec A] 1 IOb aunswered, & saide:
2 I haue oft times heard such thinges: (a) 1.1 miserable ge∣uers of comfort are ye all the sort of you.
3 * 1.2Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere?
4 I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your * 1.3 soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you:
5 I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes.
6 For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And (c) 1.4 though I holde my tongue, what am I eased?
7 But now that [God] hath sent me ad∣uersitie, thou hast troubled al(d) 1.5 my con∣gregation.
8 And that thou (e) 1.6 hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face.
9 His wrath hath torne [me] he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes.
10 They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and (f) 1.7 smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather thē selues together against me.
11 God hath shut me vp with the vngod∣ly, and deliuered me g 1.8 into the handes of the wicked.