A69056:1109
Sermons upon the Book of Job
Sermons of Master John Calvin, upon the book of Job. Translated out of French by Arthur GoldingSermons of Master Iohn Caluin, vpon the booke of Iob. Translated out of French by Arthur Golding
London: printed by Henry Bynneman for Lucas Harison and George Byshop, 1574
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
The .xxviij. Sermon, which is the second upon the seventh Chapter.
The .xxviij. Sermon, which is the second vpon the seuenth Chapter.
7 Remember that my life is but wind, and that mine eye shall see no more good. 8 The eye of the seer shall see me no more, thine eyes are upon me, and I shall be no longer. 9 Like as a cloud passeth and vanisheth away: So also he that goeth down into the grave shall no more come up again. 10 He shall no more return to his house, his place shall know him no more. 11 Therefore I vvill not spare my mouth, that I should not speak of mine anguish, and talk of my misery. 12 Am I a Sea, or am I a whalefish that thou keepest me so in ward? 13 When I say, my bed shall ease me, and my couch shall comfort me: when I speak in my self, 14 Then thou frayest me with dreams and visions. 15 Behold my soul hath chosen the halter and death, rather than my bones.
7 Remember that my life is but vvinde, and that mine eye shall see no more good. 8 The eye of the seer shall see mee no more, thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer. 9 Like as a cloude passeth and vanisheth avvay: So also he that goeth dovvne into the graue shall no more comevp againe. 10 He shall no more returne to his house, his place shall knovve him no more. 11 Therefore I vvill not spare my mouth, that I shoulde not speake of mine anguishe, and talke of my miserie. 12 Am I a Sea, or am I a vvhalefish that thou keepest me so in vvarde? 13 VVhen I say, my bed shall ease me, and my couch shal comfort me: vvhen I speake in my self, 14 Then thou frayest me vvith dreames and visions. 15 Behold my soule hath chosen the halter and death, rather than my bones.
THE holy Scripture telleth us oftentimes that God pitieth us in respect of our frailty: for we must not think that he is moved with any worthiness that is in us: there is no such thing. Then if