Job 19:21
Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has struck me.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has struck me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
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Haue pite vpon me, haue pite vpon me (o ye my frendes) for the hande of the LORDE hath touched me.
Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.
Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
"Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.
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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.
22 Why do you pursue me as God does and are not satisfied with my flesh?
20 My intercessors are my friends; my eye drips to God.
21 Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, as one does for his neighbor.
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
3 Surely against me He turns His hand again and again, all day long.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
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.
18 With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me like the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
9 That God would be willing to crush me, to let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 It would still be my comfort— I would even exult in the midst of unrelenting pain— for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
9 You have not handed me over to the enemy, but you have set my feet in a spacious place.
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.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hands?
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
11 My heart throbs, my strength has left me; even the light of my eyes—it has also gone from me.
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.
21 You have turned cruel to me; with Your strong hand, You oppose me.
2 LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger, nor discipline me in Your wrath.
1 I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of His wrath.
16 God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me.
19 Woe to me because of my brokenness! My wound is incurable. Yet I said, 'This is my suffering, and I must endure it.'
10 They gape at me with their mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn and together they conspire against me.
4 Is my complaint directed to a man? Why then should my spirit not be impatient?
20 You know my reproach, my shame, and my disgrace; all my adversaries are before you.
21 Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.
13 From 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.
6 know then that God has wronged me and surrounded me with His net.
15 But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; attackers I did not know came against me, ripping at me without ceasing.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; days of suffering seize hold of me.
11 His anger burns against me, and He counts me as one of His enemies.
22 then let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!
4 From the voice of the enemy, and from the oppression of the wicked—for they bring down trouble on me and in their anger they hate me.
3 You have insulted me ten times now; you are not even ashamed that you mistreat me.
5 My heart is afflicted and withered like grass, for I forget to eat my food.
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
10 What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
21 When my heart was embittered and my spirit was pierced within me,
19 They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.