Job 16:14
I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
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7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;
10Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
11God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
12I 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.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
11For he has made loose the cord of my bow, and put me to shame; he has sent down my flag to the earth before me.
12The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
13They have made waste my roads, with a view to my destruction; his bowmen come round about me;
14As through a wide broken place in the wall they come on, I am overturned by the shock of their attack.
15Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17For I would be crushed by his storm, my wounds would be increased without cause.
18He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
9He has put up a wall of cut stones about my ways, he has made my roads twisted.
10He is like a bear waiting for me, like a lion in secret places.
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
12With his bow bent, he has made me the mark for his arrows.
13He has let loose his arrows into the inmost parts of my body.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
5He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
16By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
26Running against him like a man of war, covered by his thick breastplate; even like a king ready for the fight,
13From 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.
14A watch is kept on my sins; they are joined together by his hand, they have come on to my neck; he has made my strength give way: the Lord has given me up into the hands of those against whom I have no power.
13I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
14Truly, there is no building up of what is pulled down by him; when a man is shut up by him, no one may let him loose.
13I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14I 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.
15My 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.
8My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
12His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
14And he will let it be broken as a potter's vessel is broken: it will be smashed to bits without mercy; so that there will not be a bit in which one may take fire from the fireplace, or water from the spring.
34He makes my hands expert in war, so that a bow of brass is bent by my arms.
18With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
19Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
16And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
35He makes my hands expert in war, so that a bow of brass is bent by my arms.
24He sends the strong to destruction without searching out their cause, and puts others in their place.
24He is greatly in fear of the dark day, trouble and pain overcome him:
7He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
3The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
28Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.