Job 3:12
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?
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10Because it shut not up the doors of my [mother's] womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.
11Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen 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,
17because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
16Or as a hidden untimely birth I had not been, As infants that never saw light.
13For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest,
9But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust [when I was] upon my mother's breasts.
10I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, And the night which said, There is a man-child conceived.
1Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
14What then shall I do when God riseth up? And when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?
15Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
16If I have withheld the poor from [their] desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
10And 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.
11What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
14Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
4The tongue of the sucking child cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst: The young children ask bread, and no man breaketh it unto them.
20And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me, while thy handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
21And when I rose in the morning to give my child suck, behold, it was dead; but when I had looked at it in the morning, behold, it was not my son, whom I did bear.
24His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.
6By thee have I been holden up from the womb; Thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: My praise shall be continually of thee.
18(Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);
15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
13For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother's womb.
21For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
23[ Why is light given] to a man whose way is hid, And whom God hath hedged in?
24For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
15My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, [And] curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
3Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
3For I was a son unto my father, Tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.
21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
3The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
2What, my son? and what, O son of my womb? And what, O son of my vows?
22Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.
2Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child with his mother, Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
4My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
12Let her not, I pray, be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he cometh out of his mother's womb.
2Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished.
7And she said, Who would have said unto Abraham, that Sarah should give children suck? for I have borne him a son in his old age.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!