Job 16:7
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
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8And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me] : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.
9He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
6Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?
2I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.
16And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
3Surely against me he turneth his hand again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
6He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
7He hath walled me about, that I cannot go forth; he hath made my chain heavy.
11God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
12I 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.
13His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
13From 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.
6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
13He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
15He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
16He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones; he hath covered me with ashes.
17And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace; I forgat prosperity.
3So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I quieted [myself] until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
16For God hath made my heart faint, And the Almighty hath terrified me;
21They have heard that I sigh; there is none to comfort me; all mine enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that thou hast done it: Thou wilt bring the day that thou hast proclaimed, and they shall be like unto me.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
16For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.
2How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
10For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
7Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
23He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
10He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
18He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.
8Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me; Thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
18Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me.
15What shall I say? he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.