Job 16:20
My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
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My friends{H7453} scorn{H3887}{(H8688)} me: but mine eye{H5869} poureth out{H1811}{(H8804)} tears unto God{H433}.
My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God.
My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God.
My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God.
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
My friends scoff at me: `But' mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
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21 Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, as one does for his neighbor.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my testimony is on high.
18 Even little children despise me; when I rise, they speak against me.
19 All my close friends abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.
20 My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has struck me.
16 "Because of these things I weep; my eyes, my eyes flow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are desolate because the enemy has prevailed."
7 I am worn out from my groaning; all night long I drench my bed with tears and flood my couch with weeping.
2 Surely mockers are with me, and my eye must dwell on their provocations.
6 He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one at whom they spit.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
3 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
9 His anger tears at me, and he hates me; he gnashes his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
10 They gape at me with their mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn and together they conspire against me.
14 I behaved as if they were my friend or brother; I mourned as one mourning for a mother, bowed down in sorrow.
15 But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; attackers I did not know came against me, ripping at me without ceasing.
3 I am sinking in deep mire where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, and the current has overwhelmed me.
7 But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.
24 For my sighing comes before my food, and my groanings pour out like water.
10 O Lord, all my desires are before you, and my sighing is not hidden from you.
11 My heart throbs, my strength has left me; even the light of my eyes—it has also gone from me.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
21 People have heard my groaning, but there is no one to comfort me. All my enemies have heard of my trouble; they are glad that you have done it. Bring the day you have announced, so they may become like me.
22 Let all their wickedness come before you; deal with them as you have dealt with me because of all my sins. My groans are many, and my heart is faint.
8 I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
11 My life is consumed with grief and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasting away.
49 My eyes pour without ceasing, without relief,
13 He has driven my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances have turned against me.
14 My relatives have ceased to be close, and my close friends have forgotten me.
10 I hear many whispering, 'Terror on every side! Report him! Let’s report him!' All my friends are waiting for me to slip, saying, 'Perhaps he will be deceived; then we will prevail over him and take our revenge on him.'
51 My eyes bring grief to my soul because of all the daughters of my city.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
7 Behold, I cry out, 'Violence!' but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
14 To him who is despairing, kindness should come from his friend, or he will forsake the fear of the Almighty.
12 With reproofs for iniquity, You discipline a man; like a moth, You consume his cherished things. Surely, every man is but a breath. Selah.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
10 I say to God, my rock: 'Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?'
17 For I said, "Lest they rejoice over me; when my foot slips, they magnify themselves against me."
9 You have taken my closest friends from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am confined and cannot escape.
4 "I have become a laughingstock to my friends, I who called on God and He answered me, a righteous and blameless man is a laughingstock!"
1 If only I had a place to stay in the wilderness, a travelers' shelter, so that I might leave my people and go away from them. For they are all adulterers, a gathering of traitors.
25 Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the needy?
14 I have become the laughingstock of all my people; their mocking song all day long.
8 Even when I cry out and plead for help, He shuts out my prayer.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.