Job 19:10
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; and my hope He has removed like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on euery syde, and I am vndone: My hope hath he taken awaye fro me, as it were a tre plucte vp by the rote.
He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like an uprooted tree.
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8He has blocked my path so I cannot pass; He has shrouded my ways with darkness.
9He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head.
11He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
11His anger burns against me, and He counts me as one of His enemies.
16He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in ashes.
17My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
7It has laid waste my vine and ruined my fig tree. It has stripped off their bark and thrown it away; their branches are made white.
19I was like a gentle lamb being led to the slaughter. I did not realize they had plotted against me, saying, ‘Let us destroy the tree with its fruit; let us cut him off from the land of the living, so that his name will never be remembered again.’
19Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
20My tent is destroyed, and all its ropes are broken. My children have left me—they are no more. There is no one to pitch my tent or set up my curtains.
12I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target.
13His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
6know then that God has wronged me and surrounded me with His net.
13He has driven my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances have turned against me.
19He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
13From on high he sent fire; it burns in my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
16His roots below will dry up, and his branches above will wither.
12My dwelling is pulled up and taken from me, like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver rolls a cloth; He cuts me off from the loom. Day and night You bring me to an end.
11I handed it over to a mighty ruler among the nations; he dealt with it according to its wickedness. I drove it out.
12Foreigners, the most ruthless of nations, cut it down and abandoned it. Its branches fell on the mountains and in all the valleys; its boughs were broken in all the ravines of the earth, and all the nations of the earth left its shade.
11My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
4My spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart is appalled inside me.
9He has blocked my ways with cut stone; He has made my paths crooked.
6My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
9That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
11Because of your wrath and indignation, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
7Surely now, God has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
3Surely against me He turns His hand again and again, all day long.
4He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
5He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
6He has made me dwell in dark places, like those long dead.
7He has walled me in so I cannot escape; He has weighed down my chains.
9They are joined to one another; they stick together and cannot be separated.
10I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
19as water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil of the earth, so you destroy the hope of man.
23For I have always feared disaster from God, and because of His majesty, I could not do such a thing.
40You have renounced the covenant with your servant; you have defiled his crown to the ground.
12I am a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more to my neighbors—a dread to my acquaintances; those who see me on the street flee from me.
23I am fading away like a shadow at sunset; I am shaken off like a locust.
13Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
19If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
10Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes grow weak with sorrow, as do my soul and my body.
9His anger tears at me, and he hates me; he gnashes his teeth at me. My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
19All my close friends abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.
7At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its shoots will not fail.
17For He crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause.