Iob To the King. A Colon-Agrippina studie of one moneth, for the metricall translation: but of many yeres for Ebrew difficulties. By Hugh Broughton.

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Iob To the King. A Colon-Agrippina studie of one moneth, for the metricall translation: but of many yeres for Ebrew difficulties. By Hugh Broughton.
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[Amsterdam :: Printed by Giles Thorp],
Anno D. 1610.
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"Iob To the King. A Colon-Agrippina studie of one moneth, for the metricall translation: but of many yeres for Ebrew difficulties. By Hugh Broughton." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16986.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.

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CHAP. XXX.

BUt now they make a scorne of mee, who are les∣ser in dayes then I, whose fathers I would have dis∣dayned to set with the dogges of my sheep.

2 For what could their hands strength do me: whose aged time came to nothing.

3. In want and in famine heavie, they fled into the vnwatery land, obscure, wast and wildernes.

4 Which pluckt vp salt herbs among trees, and Iuniper rootes were their meat.

5 They were driven from company: men shouted at them as at a theif.

6 That they dwelt in cliffs at rivers, in holes of dust,

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and in rocks.

7. Among trees they groned: among the nettles they marted.

8 A vile kind, yea a kind without fame: banished from the earth.

9 But now. I am become their talk, and made to them a common speach.

10 They abhor me: keep far from me: and from my face spare not spittle.

11 For HE hath loosed his strings and afflicted me: and they cast away the bridle from me.

12 At my right hand springals arise: they thrust my feet: and they cast vpon me the causies of their woe.

13. They have marred my way: they hold my heavi∣nes a profit: though they be never the better.

14 They come as into a broad breach: in the broken place they tumble.

15 All terrours are turned vpon me: ech, course my nobilitie as a wind: and my salvation is past as a clowd.

16. So my soule in me is powred out: and affliction dayes have caught me.

17 The night perceth my bones from me: that my si∣newes do take no rest.

18 Through great force my garment changeth: as the edge of my coat it girdes me.

19. He hath made me a pattron of mire: that I am like dust and ashes.

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20 I cry vnto thee, but thou doest not heare me: I stand vp, but thou doest Ԡ mark me.

21. Thou art turned one cruel to me: by thy hand hand thou art my foe.

22. Thou takest me vp vnto a wind: and causest me to ride: thou meltest me from all soundnes.

23. For I know, to death thou wilt turne me: and to the house appoynted for all living.

24. And prayed I not when plague was sent? when hurt came to any, therevpon cryed I not?

25. Did I not weep for the hard of day: did not my soule burne for the poore?

26. But I looked for good, & evil came: and I wayted for light, and myrknes came.

27. My bowels seethed & rested not: dayes of afflicti∣on came vpon me.

28. I walked black out of the sun: I stood vp in the Church: I cryed▪

29. I am a brother to Dragons: and a felow to Estrich kind:

30 My skin vpon me is black, and my bones are brent without hoat-drought.

31 And my harp is made a mourning: and pleasant soundes be weepers voice.

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