욥기 8장 Coverdale Bible

  1. 1 Then answered Baldad the Suhite, and sayde:
  2. 2 How longe wilt thou talke of soch thinges? how longe shal yi mouth speake so proude wordes?
  3. 3 Doth God peruerte the thinge that is laufull? Or, doth the Allmightie destroye the thynge that is right?
  4. 4 Whe thy sonnes synned agaynst him, dyd not he punysh the for their wickednesse?
  5. 5 Yff thou woldest now resorte vnto God by tymes, and make thine humble prayer to ye Allmightie:
  6. 6 yf thou woldest lyue a pure and a godly life: shulde he not wake vp vnto the immediatly, & geue the the bewtie of rightuousnesse agayne?
  7. 7 In so moch, that where i so euer thou haddest litle afore, thou shuldest now haue greate abundaunce.
  8. 8 Enquere of them that haue bene before the, search diligently amonge thy forefathers:
  9. 9 Namely, yt we are but of yesterdaye, and considre not, that oure dayes vpon earth are buth a very shadow.
  10. 10 They shall shewe the, they shall tell the, yee they will gladly confesse the same.
  11. 11 Maye a resshe be grene without moystnesse? maye the grasse growe without water?
  12. 12 No: but (or euer it be shot forth, and or euer it be gathered) it wythereth, before eny other herbe.
  13. 13 Euen so goeth it with all them, that forget God: and euen thus also shal the ypocrytes hope come to naught.
  14. 14 His confidence shalbe destroyed, for he trusteth in a spyders webbe.
  15. 15 He leeneth him vpo his house, but he shal not stonde: he holdeth him fast by it, yet shal he not endure.
  16. 16 Oft tymes a thinge doth florish, and men thynke that it maye abyde the Sonneshyne: it shuteth forth the braunches in his garden,
  17. 17 it taketh many rotes, in so moch that it is like an house off stones.
  18. 18 But yf it be taken out off his place, euery man denyeth it, sayenge: I knowe the not.
  19. 19 Lo, thus is it wt him, that reioyseth in his owne doinges: and as for other, they growe out of the earth.
  20. 20 Beholde, God will not cast awaye a vertuous man, nether wil he helpe the vngodly.
  21. 21 Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
  22. 22 They that hate the, shalbe confounded, & ye dwellinges of ye vngodly shal come to naught.