Job 3:12
Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
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10 Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
11 Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?
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,
17 Because he did not put me to death before my birth took place: so my mother's body would have been my last resting-place, and she would have been with child for ever.
18 Why did I come from my mother's body to see pain and sorrow, so that my days might be wasted with shame?
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
13 For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
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.
3 Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
1 Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
14 What then will I do when God comes as my judge? and what answer may I give to his questions?
15 Did not God make him as well as me? did he not give us life in our mothers' bodies?
16 If I kept back the desire of the poor; if the widow's eye was looking for help to no purpose;
10 Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
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.
11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
4 The tongue of the child at the breast is fixed to the roof of his mouth for need of drink: the young children are crying out for bread, and no man gives it to them.
20 And she got up in the middle of the night and took my son from my side while your servant was sleeping; and she took it in her arms and put her dead child in my arms.
21 And when I got up to give my child the breast, I saw that it was dead; but in the morning, looking at it with care, I saw that it was not my son.
24 His buckets are full of milk, and there is no loss of strength in his bones.
6 You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of you.
18 (For I was cared for by God as by a father from my earliest days; he was my guide from the body of my mother;)
15 So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 My flesh was made by you, and my parts joined together in my mother's body.
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
23 To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God?
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
15 My frame was not unseen by you when I was made secretly, and strangely formed in the lowest parts of the earth.
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
3 For I was a son to my father, a gentle and an only one to my mother.
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
3 The nets of death were round me, and the pains of the underworld had me in their grip; I was full of trouble and sorrow.
2 What am I to say to you, O Lemuel, my oldest son? and what, O son of my body? and what, O son of my oaths?
22 May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
2 See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
12 Let her not be as one dead, whose flesh is half wasted when he comes out from the body of his mother.
2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them.
7 And she said, Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would have a child at her breast? for see, I have given him a son now when he is old.
3 If only I had knowledge of where he might be seen, so that I might come even to his seat!