TSK · Proverbs 18:14

Then Iob stode vp, and rente his clothes shaued his heade, fell downe vpon the groude, worshipped,

For the allmighty hath shott at me with his arowes, whose indignacion hath droncke vp my sprete, and ye terrible feares of God fight agaysnt me.

Yf I do wickedly, wo is me therfore: Yf I be rightuous, yet darre I not lift vp my heade: so full am I of confucion, and se myne owne misery.

For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

daylie sayenge vnto me: where is now thy God?

And I sayde: O that I had wynges like a doue, that I might fle somwhere, and be at rest.

LORDE, why puttest thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me?

He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes.

A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.

Not onely yt, but we reioyse also i troubles, for so moch as we knowe, yt trouble bryngeth paciece,

For oure reioysinge is this, euen the testimony of oure conscience, that in synglenes & godly purenesse, not in fleshlye wyssdome, but in the grace of God, we haue had oure conuersacion in the worlde, but most of all with you.

And he sayde vnto me: My grace is sufficiet for the. For my strength is made perfecte thorow weaknes. Very glad therfore wil I reioyse in my weaknesses, that the strength of Christ maye dwell in me.

in the which ye shal reioyse, though now for a litle season (yff nede requyre) ye are in heuynes thorow manyfolde temptacions: