Job 6:4
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
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12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
2 For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
12 He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13 He hath caused the shafts of his quiver to enter into my reins.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5 Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.
4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, With coals of juniper.
9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10 And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
16 For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
13 From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
13 Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
16 Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.
14 Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
4 As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
6 Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
34 Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:
6 The cords of Sheol were round about me; The snares of death came upon me.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
25 For the thing which I fear cometh upon me, And that which I am afraid of cometh unto me.
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
4 My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
23 I will heap evils upon them; I will spend mine arrows upon them:
28 The arrow cannot make him flee: Sling-stones are turned with him into stubble.
4 The cords of death compassed me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
6 Notwithstanding my right I am [accounted] a liar; My wound is incurable, [though I am] without transgression.
10 As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
13 He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery [shafts] .
24 He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
11 He putteth my feet in the stocks, He marketh all my paths.