Job 10:10
Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
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4 Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
9 O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
12 You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
16 And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
17 That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
22 Lifting me up, you make me go on the wings of the wind; I am broken up by the storm.
9 But it was you who took care of me from the day of my birth: you gave me faith even from my mother's breasts.
10 I was in your hands even before my birth; you are my God from the time when I was in my mother's body.
12 Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12 I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
6 See, I am the same as you are in the eyes of God; I was cut off from the same bit of wet earth.
10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
15 Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
45 You have made us like waste and that for which there is no use, among the peoples.
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
8 Let them be covered together in the dust; let their faces be dark in the secret place of the underworld.
9 Then I will give praise to you, saying that your right hand is able to give you salvation.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
24 His buckets are full of milk, and there is no loss of strength in his bones.