Job 19:10
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
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8He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he hath made me desolate.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.
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.
18And I said, My strength is perished, and mine expectation from Jehovah.
7He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig-tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
19But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
19Woe is me because of my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is [my] grief, and I must bear it.
20My tent is destroyed, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth from me, and they are not: there is none to spread my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
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.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
6Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.
13He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
19He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
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.
16His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.
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.
11I will even deliver him into the hand of the mighty one of the nations; he shall surely deal with him; I have driven him out for his wickedness.
12And strangers, the terrible of the nations, have cut him off, and have left him: upon the mountains and in all the valleys his branches are fallen, and his boughs are broken by all the watercourses of the land; and all the peoples of the earth are gone down from his shadow, and have left him.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
9He hath walled up my ways with hewn stone; he hath made my paths crooked.
6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
9Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
11My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
7But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
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.
9Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Will not one be cast down even at the sight of him?
10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
19The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.
23For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
40Thou hast broken down all his hedges; Thou hast brought his strongholds to ruin.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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.
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.
19All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
7For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again, And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
17For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.