Job 24:12
From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.
From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.
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11They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread [their] winepresses, and suffer thirst.
10The waste city is broken down; every house is shut up, that no man may come in.
11There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
12In the city is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction.
13These are of them that rebel against the light; They know not the ways thereof, Nor abide in the paths thereof.
11Mine eyes do fail with tears, my heart is troubled; My liver is poured upon the earth, because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, Because the young children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.
12They say to their mothers, Where is grain and wine? When they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, When their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.
24Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
25Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
10Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.
11Wickedness is in the midst thereof: Oppression and guile depart not from its streets.
22But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
9By reason of the multitude of oppressions they cry out; They cry for help by reason of the arm of the mighty.
12There they cry, but none giveth answer, Because of the pride of evil men.
11For the stone shall cry out of the wall, and the beam out of the timber shall answer it.
12Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and establisheth a city by iniquity!
18If I go forth into the field, then, behold, the slain with the sword! and if I enter into the city, then, behold, they that are sick with famine! for both the prophet and the priest go about in the land, and have no knowledge.
19Hast thou utterly rejected Judah? hath thy soul loathed Zion? why hast thou smitten us, and there is no healing for us? We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of healing, and, behold, dismay!
1The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops?
2O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.
11They have made it a desolation; it mourneth unto me, being desolate; the whole land is made desolate, because no man layeth it to heart.
11Deliver them that are carried away unto death, And those that are ready to be slain see that thou hold back.
12Then shall the cities of Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem go and cry unto the gods unto which they offer incense: but they will not save them at all in the time of their trouble.
21The youth and the old man lie on the ground in the streets; My virgins and my young men are fallen by the sword: Thou hast slain them in the day of thine anger; Thou hast slaughtered, [and] not pitied.
25They grope in the dark without light; And he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.
20Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of Jehovah, the rebuke of thy God.
2Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish, they sit in black upon the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.
39Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.
14And they have not cried unto me with their heart, but they howl upon their beds: they assemble themselves for grain and new wine; they rebel against me.
12For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.
1Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and rapine; the prey departeth not.
12And it shall come to pass at that time, that I will search Jerusalem with lamps; and I will punish the men that are settled on their lees, that say in their heart, Jehovah will not do good, neither will he do evil.
7Behold, their valiant ones cry without; the ambassadors of peace weep bitterly.
12Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is brought upon me, Wherewith Jehovah hath afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
17Fools because of their transgression, And because of their iniquities, are afflicted.
4The earth mourneth and fadeth away, the world languisheth and fadeth away, the lofty people of the earth do languish.
22Let a cry be heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring a troop suddenly upon them; for they have digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.
9The show of their countenance doth witness against them; and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not. Woe unto their soul! for they have done evil unto themselves.
6Wherefore thus saith the Lord Jehovah: Woe to the bloody city, to the caldron whose rust is therein, and whose rust is not gone out of it! take out of it piece after piece; No lot is fallen upon it.
16In the dark they dig through houses: They shut themselves up in the day-time; They know not the light.
4Then shall they cry unto Jehovah, but he will not answer them; yea, he will hide his face from them at that time, according as they have wrought evil in their doings.
9For her wounds are incurable; for it is come even unto Judah; it reacheth unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.
7The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
16And let that man be as the cities which Jehovah overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;
19I called for my lovers, [but] they deceived me: My priests and mine elders gave up the ghost in the city, While they sought them food to refresh their souls.
20Behold, 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.
29Every city fleeth for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen; they go into the thickets, and climb up upon the rocks: every city is forsaken, and not a man dwelleth therein.
12They shall smite upon the breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.
31For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that gaspeth for breath, that spreadeth her hands, [saying], Woe is me now! for my soul fainteth before the murderers.