Job 30:12
On my right-hand side, the mob rises up; they push away my feet and build up their ways of destruction against me.
On my right-hand side, the mob rises up; they push away my feet and build up their ways of destruction against me.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
Upon my right{H3225} hand rise{H6965} the rabble;{H6526} They thrust aside{H7971} my feet,{H7272} And they cast up{H5549} against me their ways{H734} of destruction.{H343}
Upon my right{H3225} hand rise{H6965}{(H8799)} the youth{H6526}; they push away{H7971}{(H8765)} my feet{H7272}, and they raise up{H5549}{(H8799)} against me the ways{H734} of their destruction{H343}.
Vpon my right hade they rose together agaynst me, they haue hurte my fete, made awaye to destroye me,
The youth rise vp at my right hand: they haue pusht my feete, and haue trode on me as on the paths of their destruction.
Upon my right hande ryse the young men against me, they haue hurt my feete, treading vpon me as vpon the wayes of their destruction.
Upon [my] right [hand] rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.
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13 They tear up my path; they help advance my ruin, even though no one comes to assist them.
14 They come in as through a wide breach; chaos rolls in like a wave under the crash of destruction.
11 Because God has loosened my cord and afflicted me, they throw off all restraint in my presence.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.
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.
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.
12 His troops assemble together; they raise a siege against me and encamp around my dwelling.
11 Extend your steadfast love to those who know you, and your righteousness to the upright in heart.
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.
14 My transgressions were bound into a yoke; by his hands they were fastened together. They were laid on my neck; he has made my strength fail. The Lord has given me into the hands of those I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has rejected all my mighty men in my midst; he summoned an assembly against me to crush my young men. Like in a winepress, the Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah.
1 A song of ascents: They have greatly afflicted me from my youth—let Israel now say—
2 They have greatly afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed upon my back; they made their furrows long.
9 He has blocked my ways with cut stone; He has made my paths crooked.
16 My strength is dried up like a broken piece of pottery, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
15 But when I stumbled, they rejoiced and gathered together; attackers I did not know came against me, ripping at me without ceasing.
1 But now, those younger than I mock me—people whose fathers I would have refused to place with my sheepdogs.
2 Even the strength of their hands is useless to me; their vigor has perished.
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.
11 God has handed me over to the unjust and thrown me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target.
13 His archers surround me and pierce my kidneys without mercy; he pours my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
26 For You write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27 You put my feet in shackles and watch all my ways; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
5 In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?
6 All day long they twist my words; all their plans are against me for evil.
38 I pursue my enemies and overtake them; I do not turn back until they are destroyed.
11 Rescue me and save me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
11 He puts my feet in the stocks; He watches all my paths.
16 For I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God.
1 A psalm of David, composed when he fled from his son Absalom.
3 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare my troubles to Him.
21 You have turned cruel to me; with Your strong hand, You oppose me.
6 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth.
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.'
4 They sharpen their tongues like serpents; the venom of vipers is under their lips. Selah.
5 Guard me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; protect me from men of violence who plot to overthrow my steps.
53 They threw me alive into a pit and cast a stone upon me.
3 Pay attention to me and answer me. My thoughts are restless, and I am distraught.
22 Let a cry be heard from their houses when You suddenly bring a raiding party upon them, for they have dug a pit to capture me and hidden snares for my feet.
13 You pushed me hard so that I was falling, but the Lord helped me.
12 My loved ones and friends stand aloof from my affliction, and my relatives stand far off.
18 Surely, You place them on slippery ground; You cast them down to destruction.
15 I disciplined them and strengthened their arms, yet they devise evil against me.
17 Your vine is burned with fire; it is cut down, and they perish at the rebuke of your face.